Far far away~ in a magical land Called Midem. There were two houses~

Elfhame, House of Justice and righteousness! Proud and glorious and prosperous. A land blessed with beauty and life.

On the other hand, Ashdown was it's polar opposite.

Located in a desolate land, the people of Ashdown resulted in plundering and all kinds of Heinous crimes to survive.

The righteous Elfhame wouldn't stand by and watch the Evil house Ashdown increase the number of it's victims without voicing their complains! Now would they?

In the end, the two houses pointed swords at each others throat and a five century long war began.

Elfhame marched across the Delkins Fields, a land of life and flowers Habitat of many creatures, riding on winged horses and mythical creatures. Armed with paladins and knights they demanded house Ashdown to surrender and face the consequences of their deeds.

Ashdown Laughed at their threats and in turn sent an army of bloodthirsty warriors riding on beasts and armed with extraordinary weapons.

The two houses clashed and the once beautiful land, became a graveyard. A waste land where no life but only war exist.

The fight never stopped. There were occasional peace treaty's for the houses to recruit and build their forces before another round of battle, but that's it. No signs of peace were to be seen anywhere.

Ashdown in time, dominated the underworld market and became extremely wealthy. Anything unethical and heinous would most obviously be connected to them one way or another.

Slavery? Of course!

Drug dealing? Well, obviously!

Assassination quests? DUH!

Can you omagine growing up in that kind of house?! Well I did! And it was not easy!

As the Thirteenth daughter of the current head of House Ashdown. Lord Faustus, my father raised us twenty six siblings as weapons under his supreme command.

The man build a harem for himself with over dozens of wives and they gave birth to over twenty child.

The wives were of different races and the children who inherited the blood of Ashdown mixed with other races such as Sprigans and Fairies, grew up to become the best soldiers Faustus could ever dream of!

Raised like a weapon ever since they learned how to walk. By the early age of Six I was in the battle field, killing Elfhame soldiers and growing as a high fairy all for dear old father's sake.

Waking up, Eating, Killing, sleeping. repeat! That was my routine for 20 years!

I' the end I decided to run away in the middle of a battle, faking my death and hiding in a village far from both ashdown and Elfhame deep in the forest inside of a shack where I learned the ways of alchemy.

I was happy until everything turned upside down and my sibblings showed up to drag me back...

And this is the story of how it all happened.