Athena of Oshwa

The local tavern is where most heroes go to drink their traumas away. It's also where I ended up meeting some of the strangest group of people I have ever came across and some how in the chaos of everything I ended up joining up with a few of them.

My name is Athena, I'm a 125 year old High elf, but don't let that number fool you, I'm pretty young for my type. My early years were spent in Oshwa the valley of Green, hidden away from the world by tall beautiful trees. Majority of my life was dedicated to the arts of archery and let me tell you one thing, I'm pretty damn good at it. My father and leader of our clan, Volarmor taught me everything I knew, from how to take down an enemy yards away with my faithful bow which he had carved for me out of one the same trees that protected us.

Everyday was bliss of perfect harmony and peace until a gang of Orcs stumbled upon us on accident. They spared absolutely no one, murdering everyone in their paths including the one person I trusted more than anything in this world, while they searched for two renegades from Hell, A succubus named Xenneth and a vampire named Oriana. We've never heard anything about them which they didn't like that answer very well, they captured and tortured my friends, family, and even the young ones.

I fled through the tall greens as quickly as possible leaving my once peaceful village to burn down slowly in the now distant background. The amount of guilt I had weighed me down incredibly, the last stand was my father who pushed me through the secret passage leading out to the foraging grounds. He told me to keep moving and to never look back, to run to the town of Cardamom where I'd find the answers I'd seek.