On the Border of Princes and Kings

Witchhunt, Brettonian style.

You are not allowed honor if you are an Elf in Brettonia

‘Mom if you were alive today I would ask you why are humans so cruel and why must I be forced to learn their ways? You and father, even Flardryn my own brother forced me to learn the ways of the humans and their gods. Would the Brettonians brown their pants if they knew the biggest God to the Empire, Sigmar, was a Mortal man who married a Fey Enchantress?’

Lossenthêl hadn’t been on land for longer than two days and she already hated Brettonia. The Warden and his Merry Men, his ‘Harembolts’, had the most honour as a group of humans that she had seen in a long time. Working together and actively helping the people as well as being nice to her. Lossenthêl will admit that she would like to meet The Warden of the Wood and his Harembolts again if but to say thanks and possibly share tips.

Then there is Timon, Sir Timon de Bourguignon to be precise, who demands respect for the nobles even though Lossenthêl has seen the worst in them. And she tried inquiring about the Brettonian nobles with him as she wondered if they were like the nobles pretty much everywhere else particularly the Empire. What she got was a ‘HOW DARE YOU’ type of response from the Gruff Noble Knight with a strange enchanment-blessing type thing wrapped around his very aura yet the man wasn’t magical.

This made Lossenthêl angry as she had a hard time explaining and communicating as she is used to being a Hermit and being left alone. She did her best to tell what the Empire did to Bullarn, how they would rather sacrifice their citizenry rather than save them with an army. But with Timon’s rather typical prideful brutish response, a conclusion jumped to before listening to the full story, only made Lossenthêl shut down from further positive communication and just left her walled up and completely angry.

She stormed away from the Knight, something rather easy as he wears Heavy Armor and she wears light and thus she moves much faster than he does. She intended to go to the archery range her thoughts upset and frustrated that she tried to actually communicate in a more positive tone, and it was an honest question.

‘Mother, Father, why must one always step around glass when communicating with humans? I don’t spite Dwarves, for that stubborn race rarely leaves their home as a whole and the Halflings are just so happy usually. Elves have varied view points and if Uthuan are just a bunch of Pompous Elves then I shall not respect them as a whole and they must earn this respect individually. For the Asrai, the Noble Asrai, are truly the ones to respect. Yet the Humans…you say one bad thing and it’s all WITCH and WAR with them.’

It never failed with humans. In her youth, her father and brother would take her to the woods whenever the family got wind of a Witchhunter or an Elven Wizard nearby or within Bullarn. Lossenthêl’s mother, Lady Idhrendîs, would hold down the fort and could somehow talk down any investigation of ‘witchcraft’ the humans brought up usually out of spite. The Elves would want to take her away so that she may be brought up in her gift she never shown aside from her hair. The Witchhunters… well most of them just wanted to rape young children human or elf and then burn them at the stake when they couldn’t have their way.

Lady Idhrendîs the Wise, a woman with such an honoured title and name given to her by the people of Bullarn in the early days of their settlement. For even humans who spoke to her respected her. If not for Lady Idhrendîs keeping what peace she could, then Lossenthêl and her brother Flardryn may have never come to young adulthood. Lossenthêl’s father, Calegnaer, was quite possibly the most wild elf to meet and he could strike fear even in other elves. Needless to say Lossenthêl was very much single her whole life because of her father. Her father is mostly likely where Lossenthêl got her attitude from as well.

Lossenthêl’s thoughts were not in present day reality, for such was her anger and her frustration that EVERY HUMAN CITY had to be the SAME EXACT WAY with its people and its Nobles. She found an empty Target among the men practicing with their bows and decided to practice with them. She did this her typical way as well…simply by not asking for permission as she had become accustomed to in Matorca.

Insert either the Braviest ballsiest man or the stupidest Brettonian man in all of East Brettonia. If he was speaking in Trade Tounge, Lossenthêl couldn’t tell for it was a language she didn’t understand. And he was yelling in her face. Lossenthêl, already being in a foul mood, responded in her native tounge of Eltharin language of all Elves.

“Get out of my face, human. I’m just here to shoot my bow.” Lossenthêl spoke in Etharin and this man got the biggest look of fear Lossenthêl has seen in awhile. Reminded her of that boy servent…what was his name? Lossenthêl had a hard time remembering human names for they died quickly and most were assholes. Anyhow this Asshole quickly fled from her and the men he had been commanded had taken roughly twenty paces away from her in Post Haste.

‘Oh by Isha’s love, finally a moment of peace!’ Lossenthêl thought to herself as she continued shooting her bow before Timon finally caught up in all his Heavy Armor hindrance. And the brown storm soon followed. Insert Brettonian’s version of a modern Witch Hunt part one.

For that Commander or Captain or whatever Kurnous’s muddy boots this Brettonian man’s name and title was, he came back with a vengeance. Lossenthêl was already upset with Timon and now she was upset with this guy and she actually tried storming away to leave this forsaken human city.

While Timon dealt with Brettonian Witchhunter and Protaganist, Pergale intercepted Lossenthêl who was trying to leave the city. How her adoptive human sister could catch up to the Frustrated angry elf so quickly, well that’s a matter for later pondering.

What was current is that Pergale would go on to loose respect from Lossenthêl with the younger woman’s bluntess. Pergale had to of pound Lossenthêl’s psyche to get through the Hermitess’ stubborn frustrated personality. Apparently using a bow is frowned upon and it didn’t help that she was an Elf. She was also female and she wasn’t allowed to speak in the Elven tounge, Eltharin. Apparently by doing so it brings dishonour and Lossenthêl must make monetary reperations to a bunch of spoilt fearful humans so ‘bridges’ can be made only for the humans to repeart their ‘fearful’ act for free money.

Lossenthêl was LIVID at such a suggestion. Lossenthêl has first hand knowledge to know that humans repeat themselves and will fake it for free money while at the same time if they are vexed enough will go for a typical Witchhunt anyways. No matter how much money you gave vexed humans…if they were set in their ways they were going to kill you and take your money. Honor-less…honor-less and filthy is what the species mostly was in Lossenthêl’s eyes.

But Pergale put it bluntly: How dare Lossenthêl be an elf in these lands and she wasn’t allowed to be herself because then it would ruin Pergale’s chances of meeting her parents and please come back with her to Noble Court and make friends.

Pergale was quite possibly the only human who could ever talk to Lossenthêl in such a way. And after tonight that would be limited. For by denying Lossenthêl who she is is to deny her honor and quite frankly only the honor-less would deny someone their honor. For Pergale’s talk sparked something in Lossenthêl and she became almost unnaturally calm. And she followed Pergale back. What the human witch currently doesn’t realize is what she said to the elf is now causing the young elven lass to question Pergale’s leadership.

Pergale loves secrets and she loves being right. But in this instance she is wrong. For what she said was wrong and Lossenthêl cannot and will not respect that.

Following Pergale back to the keep proper was one going from the frying pan and into the inferno fire. For the Witchhunt was in full swing. Granted Lossenthêl couldn’t understand the language but what she could see is Captain Idiot pointing his finger at Lossenthêl upon her return and a whole crowd of people watching.

For it was just like that time, long ago in Bullarn…

His name was Dachs, Dachs Jacobs-Bauer. He was the most horrible human Lossenthêl has ever met. Perhaps this was due to the both of them being wee children, but boy would later grow up to become a Witchhunter largely out of spite to not just Lossenthêl but also her family and those that stood up for her on that horrible day. It was the day she came home crying and would first learn that her family was keeping secrets from her.

Dachs lead a group of children that would terrorize other children of Bullarn. He was the son of a human hunter but their family couldn’t compare with Lossenthêl’s father and brother or any of the Elven hunters for that matter. This made Dachs and his sire, Dach’s Sr. very jealous. This jealousy had grown into spite and Dachs jr. would take it out on Lossenthêl mostly. The group of boys Dach’s lead, if they survived their childhood as some didn’t, would grow to be bandits and outlaws as even the human citizentry couldn’t forgive some of the things Dach’s and his gang had done.

It was Spring season and at this point in time Lossenthêl had yet to learn to dye her hair and it was natural. Lady Idhrendîs would insist her only daughter wear some nice girlish things while her father, Calegnaer, would insist Lossenthêl wear something practical. The ending clothing arrangement would usually be a cute skirt over leather pants with some good boots and a tough linen shirt with some flowers woven into her hair that would be loosely braided by her mother.

Even at that age, Lossenthêl was very independent and during a training session with her elder brother Flardryn and her father Calegnaer, Lossenthêl sought to prove herself and broke away from her established safety net so she could attempt to hunt and kill a wild deer that could of fed her family for weeks perhaps months if they turned it to jerky and sausage.

She never got the chance to kill that deer, for Dachs interrupted and seized his chance to try to take the glory of killing the Deer but he only managed to spook the doe. Lossenthêl had been quick to get out of the way as the Deer, in its attempt to get away, ran into one of the boys that had been in position of an ambush. The doe broke his arm in her escape and broke away from the ambush Dachs had set up.

Lossenthêl would find out that the Ambush wasn’t meant for the Deer, it was just a set up so Dachs and his gang could enact a Peasant witch hunt of their own. Lossenthêl may of just been a child but Elves from birth train their children to wield a bow at the same time they learn how to walk. They don’t wait until their child is nine or twelve to teach them survival skills, unlike humans.

Dachs blamed Lossenthêl for his friend’s broken leg and that seemed to be the fuse to the powder keg. He didn’t need to snap his fingers for his crew to attack. Lossenthêl, being forced to fight and naturally talented in archery, had disabled one boy with an arrow that hit him through the knee. She used her surival skills her father and brother taught her by kicking up some dirt and sand and attempted to get some distance.

There were five boys and one of her. They ranged from age twelve to age nine. They were untrained but they had numbers on their side. Two were disabled for now as children can’t cope through pain like adults can. Their screams would go to alert her father and brother as well as others being that this was close to the village at the time. Lossenthêl didn’t know that, all she knew was that she was being attacked.

Lossenthêl used every means to escape these boys. The scuffle seemed to of lasted for an eternity. Eventually while Lossenthêl was actually doing good in fending off Dachs and one of his two remaining gang member, the other one had snuck up from behind Lossenthêl and grabbed her from behind. Dachs had laughed at this and he told her something so cold that it’s quite possibly the biggest reason Lossenthêl to this day distrusts humans. “Hold her still, I’m going to scalp that witch hair off of her”

“We’ll be heroes, Dachs, heroes of Bullarn!” One chanted.

“Yeah all will respect us now!” another pitched in.

The other injured too were in pain but managed to mutter out “Stupid witch”

Neither Fladryn or Calegnaer could arrive fast enough to prevent what happened next.

After being pelted with rocks and feces, the boys true to their word attempted to scalp her and partially succeeded. One worked as lookout while the two injured licked their wounds. The fourth held Lossenthêl tightly while Dachs tormented the young elf by sawing off her hair and her mother’s decorations. First with the braids and what not. It was done not just for the pleasure and Lossenthêl’s horror, but to get closer at Lossenthêl flesh on her head. Perhaps it was instict, perhaps it was luck, but at the last possible moment Lossenthêl bit the arm of the boy that was holding her tightly. She bit so tightly she drew blood.

The bow screamed and pushed her into Dachs. When this happened the knife scraped part of her flesh away but ended up embedding itself into the ear of the boy that had been holding her tightly. In the scuffle that followed, the boy’s ear had been completely removed and Lossenthêl somehow was able to escape.

Without her bow, Lossenthêl cried and ran all the way home. Her bow being dropped in the scuffle and would be temporarily claimed as a trophy by Dachs. Lossenthêl would learn that in the scuffle, Dachs would land on the knife that would forever scar his face and leave him partially blind in one eye. A mark he would forever blame Lossenthêl for up until the day he died.

When Lossenthêl was cleaned up and recovered, she would be taught the ways of dying her hair to avoid such witchhunts in the future. For the human race was the race of Fear which could overpower their emotion for love. In this time though, Lossenthêl would come to learn that their parents and possibly her brother kept a secret from her that she might not forgive them for. She knew it was hair related then but now…they had to of known something! She was eight years old when this attack happened.

Dachs would throw himself before any Witchhunter that would come to Bullarn looking to rid the world of a few more witches. Eventually one would take him in and he would go to leave Bullarn but come back years later dressed as a witch. However this was not before he would lead several unsuccessful witch hunts on Lossenthêl or other unlucky girls that didn’t requite his sexual advances and lust.

Pulling back to the real world, among this mess, stood a Brettonian pointing at her while the entire town it seemed stared at Lossenthêl. She didn’t know what was said but she could guess that this was some kind of Witch Hunt. Pergale at one point got in front of Lossenthêl to shield the taller and older elf from Captain Idiot. ‘This is the man you want me to invest in, Pergale?’ Lossenthêl thought to herself ‘I don’t know what he says but investing money into him will not do anything to keep him from trying to hunt me as a witch.’

And somehow that little Witch hunt was over. Soon afterwards they spoke to the Noble of this land. A Duke or something? Lossenthêl didn’t bother with names only that he outranked Sir Timon of Strange Enchantment. Pergale was many copies and Ayill someone who is more dead than alive in her magical energy.

After introductions, Pergale took the lead in speaking for the three. It wouldn’t remain that way for long though. Through this Noble, Lossenthêl would learn about three armies coming together. She had asked Amber if the fey knew anything that would keep an Army moving. Amber said some kind of magical enchantment, same one that destroyed her forest centuries ago.

Lossenthêl had leaned in to Pergale to inform her of the information and Pergale had to apply the thinking wheel. Not once did Pergale volunteer the information of what they had learned in Matorca, with the vampires and the artifact. But the Noble, he gave Lossenthêl a brief moment to talk.

This was the day Lossenthêl began to speak well before a court. For Lossenthêl told the Noble about the Vampires, what she knew of the plot, and the evil thing that Headie’s Adventurers found and sent to the Witch Hunter.

It was successful and she ended it with “But I’m not allowed to use my bow.” which the Noble was confused about at that point Sir Timon spoke up. With that admission, Lossenthêl realized that the peasants were making their own rules without a law’s permission. They always did that.

Lossenthêl did come to a conclusion from all of this: Someone who denies a Person’s honor is a person without honor. For such a culture that rotated around honor, many of them had none. Right now this includes Pergale. For she kept secrets from the Noble and denied the young Elve’s proud heritage.

That amulet of Isha and Kurnous is a heirloom and a symbol of worship. Lossenthêl will never willingly take it off if she can avoid it and this is why she has put that Estalian Captain on her hunting list. Lossenthêl also will never willingly part with Amber’s stone either if it can be avoid. Until that stone is turned into some kind of necklace without harming the stone, it stays with Lossenthêl’s amulet. If Brettonia has a problem with that then they are most likely going to have a probem realizing that perhaps it is the Lady of the Lake stealing the magical children and not the Elves.



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