Lanival the Redeemer
Summary
Lanival the Redeemer, or, just Lanival for his first twenty five years, was born in a small village along the shores of Lake Gwenalion. Like many others during the war with Lyras and Necromancy, Lanival did everything he could to distance himself, and his family, from such tragedy.
During his sixteenth winter, while out trapping beavers, he and a group of friends returned to find their village in flames, burned by Lyras' agents when their village chieftain refused to kneel in fealty to the Tabaxi Usurper. Bereft, Lanival and his companions fled along the lakeshore, slowly making their way southwards.
Resorting to banditry to feed themselves, Lanival and his companions were eventually captured by militia forces of Zoluren and given an ultimatum: Join up, or face the gallows for banditry. Wisely, they decided to cast their lot with the men and women of Zoluren.
Wise in the ways of the forest, Lanival and his friends soon became a thorn in the side of Lyras and her lieutenants, cutting off supply lines and destroying caravans, disrupting messengers and making life extremely difficult. As the conflict drew on, Lanival drew more and more ire from Lyras until she took matters into her own hands, attempting to set an ambush for her enemies. An ambush Lanival foresaw and planned around.
And so, on a hill south of Shard, overlooking the now-cursed Whistling Wood, Lyras lay in wait for Lanival and his group to arrive, having ensured they knew about a vitally-important caravan which was heading through the area which was sure to draw their attention. And yet, they never arrived. Frustrated, Lyras and her guerillas broke cover, intent to march northwards and set another trap, only to find themselves the ones being ambushed, as Lanival and his marauders exploded from the underbrush, cleverly hidden for hours before Lyras and her troops had even arrived.
What was meant to be a quick skirmish turned into a pitched battle, one that Lyras appeared to be winning. Overwhelming numbers of battle-hardened troops had a group of miscreant guerillas cornered, and it appeared to be a sure victory. Confident in this, Lyras approached too close to the lines, intent on watching the life leave the eyes of her foes. And that moment is when Lanival struck, a flurry of arrows breaking from the treeline to strike the Tabaxi Necromancer in the chest several times. As she faltered, a number of her skeletal troops crumbled to dust, giving the marauders the chance they needed to rush Lyras and strike her down, hacking her body to pieces in their fury.
And so, Lanival, a teenage bandit turned guerilla warrior, had laid low the greatest threat of his time with an arrow striking true. Though the conflict continued for nearly two years afterwards, Lanival's victory on a forgotten hillside turned the tide of a bloody, world-spanning conflict.
During his sixteenth winter, while out trapping beavers, he and a group of friends returned to find their village in flames, burned by Lyras' agents when their village chieftain refused to kneel in fealty to the Tabaxi Usurper. Bereft, Lanival and his companions fled along the lakeshore, slowly making their way southwards.
Resorting to banditry to feed themselves, Lanival and his companions were eventually captured by militia forces of Zoluren and given an ultimatum: Join up, or face the gallows for banditry. Wisely, they decided to cast their lot with the men and women of Zoluren.
Wise in the ways of the forest, Lanival and his friends soon became a thorn in the side of Lyras and her lieutenants, cutting off supply lines and destroying caravans, disrupting messengers and making life extremely difficult. As the conflict drew on, Lanival drew more and more ire from Lyras until she took matters into her own hands, attempting to set an ambush for her enemies. An ambush Lanival foresaw and planned around.
And so, on a hill south of Shard, overlooking the now-cursed Whistling Wood, Lyras lay in wait for Lanival and his group to arrive, having ensured they knew about a vitally-important caravan which was heading through the area which was sure to draw their attention. And yet, they never arrived. Frustrated, Lyras and her guerillas broke cover, intent to march northwards and set another trap, only to find themselves the ones being ambushed, as Lanival and his marauders exploded from the underbrush, cleverly hidden for hours before Lyras and her troops had even arrived.
What was meant to be a quick skirmish turned into a pitched battle, one that Lyras appeared to be winning. Overwhelming numbers of battle-hardened troops had a group of miscreant guerillas cornered, and it appeared to be a sure victory. Confident in this, Lyras approached too close to the lines, intent on watching the life leave the eyes of her foes. And that moment is when Lanival struck, a flurry of arrows breaking from the treeline to strike the Tabaxi Necromancer in the chest several times. As she faltered, a number of her skeletal troops crumbled to dust, giving the marauders the chance they needed to rush Lyras and strike her down, hacking her body to pieces in their fury.
And so, Lanival, a teenage bandit turned guerilla warrior, had laid low the greatest threat of his time with an arrow striking true. Though the conflict continued for nearly two years afterwards, Lanival's victory on a forgotten hillside turned the tide of a bloody, world-spanning conflict.
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