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Recruitment

Ignira was born into a rather poor, not-very-noble family. While she can remember very little about her parents, she knows part of her family called her their "blessed child". Her many eyes and wings that appear when they wish made her look like she has been blessed by the divines. The rest thought her to be a curse, a bad omen, certain to harm the family in some way. Her parents did everything they could to gain enough money to sustain themselves. Sadly, it wasn't enough, and forced them to give her to the Valerian army recruiters, who took her with them at ~age 12.

A friend

She trained along the other recruitees until she reached adulthood at age 18, where she climbed in rank to footsoldier, finally allowing her to get out there, to military camps. Ignira had hoped to maybe find someone to befriend, someone to keep company, but couldn't seem to let her guard down, accidentally treating other soldiers with the cold shoulder.

One night, when she was quietly sitting around the bonfire with the other soldiers, soaking up their conversation, a brash dwarf shoved a big mug of mead into her hand. He started bombarding her with questions, talking about everything yet nothing, while Ignira sat by, sipping the mead. The more he talked, the more she drank, until she found herself keeled over with laughter, spilling her second? maybe third- drink all over herself. The dwarf, Thilel Eichenschild as she had learnt, laughed along with her, holding her shoulder so Ignira wouldn't tip over. From that night on, she always had someone to spar with, and talk to. She doesn't talk or laugh as much when she's sober, much to Thilels disappointment, although sometimes he could get a little amused huff or snort out of her, being muffled by her helmet.

The knight

They spent so long as friends, the years just flew by as they went. One day they, along with a group of other soldiers, were tasked with scouting a nearby passage. The group tried to check the pass for other camps nearby, but had gotten ambushed by soldiers (mercenaries?) who bore no coat of arms. They were quickly surrounded, having fallen to the unnamed ones. Through Igniras squinted eyes, vision blurry, she could see the unnamed whisper above Thilels unconscious body, before taking him and other soldiers with them, tying them up, and leaving. She tried to get to him in any way, but her wounds were too deep.

After she and the few remaining soldiers were brought back to camp, and she told of everything that had happened, she was commended for her bravery, promoting her to the rank of general. This didn't sit easy with her, she didn't feel worthy, didn't even want to think about what was currently happening with Thilel, where he was getting shipped off to, the colosseum, some corrupt military order. It didn't matter, the only company she had in the camps was the sweet taste of mead, for ever reminding her of him. She became more closed off to others, especially the soldiers, and only ever really talked to anyone outside the army, like bakers in little settlements.