"They call me Snakefoot...."
The people of Albion, yes, they came among us when our leaders reopened the gate from Avalon to the mainland, building keeps and forts and villages, cutting roads across the earth where none but we had tread before. The drakoran, we fear them, for we see in them what the Iconnu could become, and in our fear we opened our land to invaders who may yet be worse than them. At first, we knew nothing of their wars with the other realms of the world, and then, we learned what there was to fear other than Morgana and her undead legions.
I am Cilida Sabazios, but humans, with their limited voices, found my name hard to pronounce, thus reduced me to my given name, Cilida, for many of my first days among them. When I entered training in the Guild of Shadows, my first master dubed me "Snakefoot" as a derogatory refference to my short size, claiming that I was no taller than the non existant serpent limb. Little did he know the name would come to strike terror into the hearts of the enemies of the realm. As an Iconnu, I have a natural mastery of poisons, able to create them with little difficulty from even the most common ingredients. My small size made ideal for ambush missions against the drakoran, and I quickly learned that poisons which the humans had formulated worked almost as well as our own traditional venoms extracted from native animals.
I saw my first Troll two months into my training with the Guild of Shadows. I had progressed fast, far faster than they had expected me to, and gained the rank of Blue Hand while others I had trained with still struggled with their aprenticeships. The Guild which hired me, The Ancient, called me out to battle, and I saw for the first time the others who threathened our realms. Hibernians, Midgars... I quickly learned that Trolls are nowhere near as tough as they look, and that an axe goes through their stone hide just as easily as it does through the scales of a drakoran.
The people of Albion, yes, they came among us when our leaders reopened the gate from Avalon to the mainland, building keeps and forts and villages, cutting roads across the earth where none but we had tread before. The drakoran, we fear them, for we see in them what the Iconnu could become, and in our fear we opened our land to invaders who may yet be worse than them. At first, we knew nothing of their wars with the other realms of the world, and then, we learned what there was to fear other than Morgana and her undead legions.
I am Cilida Sabazios, but humans, with their limited voices, found my name hard to pronounce, thus reduced me to my given name, Cilida, for many of my first days among them. When I entered training in the Guild of Shadows, my first master dubed me "Snakefoot" as a derogatory refference to my short size, claiming that I was no taller than the non existant serpent limb. Little did he know the name would come to strike terror into the hearts of the enemies of the realm. As an Iconnu, I have a natural mastery of poisons, able to create them with little difficulty from even the most common ingredients. My small size made ideal for ambush missions against the drakoran, and I quickly learned that poisons which the humans had formulated worked almost as well as our own traditional venoms extracted from native animals.
I saw my first Troll two months into my training with the Guild of Shadows. I had progressed fast, far faster than they had expected me to, and gained the rank of Blue Hand while others I had trained with still struggled with their aprenticeships. The Guild which hired me, The Ancient, called me out to battle, and I saw for the first time the others who threathened our realms. Hibernians, Midgars... I quickly learned that Trolls are nowhere near as tough as they look, and that an axe goes through their stone hide just as easily as it does through the scales of a drakoran.
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