Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-10906938-20140106010851

Raelynn sat in silence for a few moments, biting a fingernail. In nearly a whisper, she began, "My father was a soldier. That's all my anyone ever told me. My mother would've said more... they wouldn't let her. I didn't know his name, I didn't know what he looked like in fear enemy operatives would interrogate me. When children I met asked who my dad was... I said I didn't know. Caecilius was the only one who I trusted, and even at that we were only neighborhood friends. When I was 15 years old, I recieved a letter from a general requesting my enlisting into the Leigon. The letter came with a package. In it was this," Raelynn paused, her eyes on the crossbow. "and a cloak, and knives, and nearly everything else I have. I just had to go. After initial screening, I was placed in a special operations unit. I had no idea, no one told me anything. I just kept training. Training for two years, dawn to dusk. Each day, every day. I went on my first mission at age 17. The men in the group, 9 of them, obviously didn't like me. They didn't harass me or aything, but I could tell they didn't appreciate me." Raelynn took a swig.

"We didn't do many missions- just the critical stuff- and I was always in Team 2. I heard of the heroic tales about Team 1 and watched them unfold, providing covering fire and being chewed out for every miss. My squad was famous, and while the names of none of them were released, I almost didn't feel a part of them. Later, when doing some covert ops in Alinor, we were sold out by one of the officials back at HQ. Three were killed then and there before we had time to react. Four more were killed before we got out. There were three left, including me. Instead of waiting twenty seconds so I could get on, the two "national heroes" took off like startled rabbits, leaving me standing in disbelief at the edge of the dock as Aldmeri soldiers put me in irons." A tear was blinked back by Raelynn."Four years. I was imprisoned for four years. The Aldmeri had no regard whatsoever for their prisoners. They enjoyed withholding food. I would've tried to escape... but the magic torture. It just... it drains a person. I was pulled out of my cell, dragged me into a chair, and forced their way into my mind. After four years, I hadn't said all that much. I didn't know that much. Eventually, the war was over and the prisoners were returned. I broke out, and became a mercenary."