Tall. Strong. Kind. Deadly.

 
Xheliandra Castillo has been given the name from a local adoptive father figure, who taught her to fight.
 
In tune with nature:
 
I'm thinking that she learnt the most basic and innate sides of things, but was not with them long enough to truly come to terms with any of the teaching
 
The community that she grew up in was destroyed because a druid thought that the firbolgs were corrupting the forest.
 
 
One day, despite all she'd been taught about the wonderful beasts by her parents and everyone else in the wooded village, a new man - a firbolg - arrived with a grin she hasn't managed to purge from her memory 12 years later. Under the moonlight the man's pets spilled blood. The only thing that let Xhe escape was her parents confronting that man when he came to kill them instead of hiding, buying her time to escape the forest and into the town.
 
The community was murdered. It's more of a living wood kind of place, so it would be overrun in the years. The man is not to be seen ever again.
 
The forest was even more overgrown than I remembered it as a little girl. I walked through paths that no longer existed with fear in my ever step. But I had been taught how to overcome fear so I kept going, eventually stepping out into a place I never expected to see again. The centre of a gloomy clearing with a few huts sticking out of from a few trees. It was eerily quiet, because there was not only a lack of cheerful firbolgs, but also a lack of animals. Had they all moved away? Had they been slaughtered like their carers? I simply did not know.
 
After thirty minutes me and Jak still couldn't find even a bone within the brush - let alone a body to bury. No less than three dozen members of my friends and family had been murdered here years ago, and some would soon have absolutely no one to remember them. Those I spent little time with were already decaying in my memory. There had once been an Izrem and a Thruth and a Fila, I was sure of that, however I couldn't recall their faces anymore. I might even have forgotten someone already. Damn it all.
 
 
Before you leave, you find a pendant. It's heavily grown over, with but a little part of it still visible on the outside of the tree. It takes you a fair amount of effort, carefully removing what is left of the tree from around the pendant. It's a silver locket, supposedly it was once used to tell time. Not that you cared much for keeping track of time, but it's the sentiment behind the community that it holds.
 
As you return home, and explain what you found to your father, he urges you to find out more about what happened to the settlement. Surely such a grave injustice can't go unnoticed. But he does seem a bit unnerved that you haven't found any bones or bodies. That it was, essentially, just left to be as it was, without any trace at all. "Keep the locket close, and perhaps you can get it repaired at some shop in town. Perhaps they will be able to tell you from where it came. "
 

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How did the area respond to such an atrocity, what happened to the man, etc etc
 
Man is Evil Druid
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