Ariysen Sauventrine.

The Beginning.
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In her early years, Ariysen Sauventrine wandered the city of Stromguarde-- her home. Though she was forbidden to do such, her curiosity, like most times, got the best of her. She lavished at the splendor of the ostentatious kingdom and spent nearly all her day rooted in front of it, her imagination driving her to impossible dreams and hopes. The vicinity was huge, and filled with possibilities. Of course there was-- until the invasion.

Ariysen was suddenly aroused by the thunderous march approaching the skirts of Stromguarde, boots ominously hitting the ground in unison. The priestess peered outside her window above her, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with the heel of her hand. Though her vision still blurred, her prediction was confirmed by the army of figures spilling out from beneath the bridge, scimitars, daggers, bludgeons, maces, whips and even the odd staff in hand.

(( ... I totally had to redo it all. WIP. :3 ))