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Rodin

A savage from the mountains
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The territories of Yigia and it's reputation as a lawless frontier inhabited by vagabonds, thieves, and all manner of cutthroats, had long been a point of contention for it's more civilized neighbors. Many times did various nations attempt acts of war and other aggressive actions on the lands, yet no matter how many soldiers, sorcerers, and mages were thrown into battle against the hordes of barbarians and killers, they always fell in the end. Whether it be due to the brutal weather and nigh impenetrable mountain ranges that peppered the landscape, or by ax, bow, and sword, no army had yet to cross far into these hardened lands.

Yet as Rodin sat on his horse, surveying the landscape that lay beyond Chugach pass, he thought less of his home's history and more of its brothels, pubs, and warm meat cooked over a massive pit of fire. He hadn't seen his homeland since he was taken by a lone slaver as a boy and forced into servitude as a cabin boy. Yet his wild blood could not be tamed, and so he slit the captain's throat with his own cutlass before escaping execution.
 
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From atop of a perch of a branch of a large tree, the Raev would squat down, forming a small indistinguishable silhouette amidst the leaves and branches that hid her.

The neigh of a horse drew her attention, bright citrine eyes caught sight of the movement of a passing traveler. He rode alone - what a foolish boy - mused the knave, full lips cracking back with a salacious grin. Perhaps this was easy pickings for the day. Enough to take advantage and perhaps, make with a few coins or trinkets from the traveler.

It was time to plan. Soon, Rodin would near just where she lay overhead, waiting quietly to pounce. From under the cloak of feathers, the Raev ever so gingerly drew from the magic of the Aleriza that lingered within. Two magenta features would materialize between index and forefinger, bright pink smoke turning into tangible razor-sharp-featured instruments akin to throwing knives.

Now, all she had to do was wait.

Steady... Xochilt thought to herself.


....Steady... A few more meters.