Reizerse Bitterwind, the cursed sister of Ikkeeliou Bitterwind.
After Ikkeeliou was humiliated and thrown out of the Cabal Reiserze appealed to the leaders to let her back in. They scoffed at her, dismissing her claims like it was nothing, just as they would for any lowly soldier-in-training. When she refused to drop her appeal they started threatening her to drop it, saying that her sister was a dangerous menace on the verge of something disastrous. She paid no heed to their words, as stubborn as always. It wasn't long before there were mercenaries knocking on her door.
With a thump the door shook, loosening the wooden frame with every blow. An axe drove its way in, splintering the remnants of the red door that lead into her house. Reizerse saw this as a grand opportunity, smashing the man's throat with her nunchakus and he pushed open the door, but then she saw it, the mark of the Cabal. Someone within the Cabal must have declared her an enemy to everyone, and now she had to deal with it. A dull thud resonated through the room as the door-breaker's body crashed to the ground. There was a moment of silence before another let out a cry, and with that cry came at least a hundred more.
There was no way that she would make it out, and she knew it. She was an excellent student when it came to fighting, but there were too many of them. The fight went on for a good hour before Reizerse dropped her nunchakus in exhaustion. The mercenaries, still bitter over their losses of their own drove a knife into her eye, having the Cabal's high wizard curse her to fight herself for an eternity. Left in a bloody pulp, tossed out on the doorstep of the Cabal's entrance she limped out to the next town, grasping her now missing right eye, still coming to terms with the ordeal. It'd been weeks since Ikkeeliou was exiled, and she hoped that she hadn't gotten too far yet.
It'd been months since she saw Ikk. A horrible longing to see her face nagged at her, forcing her to tears as she curled up in terror. No one would take her in. Her behavior was too unpredictable, shifting from a destructive anger to calm serenity to immense misery within minutes. She tried to explain that it was a curse, but the words never came out. She found herself unable to mention the atrocities that were done to her, or even utter the word curse if she was even implying herself. She hoped that she'd find Ikk or at least the deity Wathaku before she drives herself mad. She desperately wanted to kill all of them for what they did. If Ikkeeliou really was onto something then she might just have her revenge yet.
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