"Amerisis Aeroloth, daughter of Lord and Lady Aeroloth of Black Guard, was born into a world of chaos. What once was a peaceful home of plenty had been overrun by a scourge of hell bent demons. Her father, Lord Aeroloth fought bravely to protect the people of his land, but lost his life in battle. Upon receiving the heart-wrenching news of her husband’s death, Lady Aeroloth ordered everyone in their kingdom to flee to the Holy City for refuge, as the scourge could not penetrate the city walls because they had been forged in light.
Lady Aeroloth quickly packed her children's bags and gathered Amerisis and her brother Ryu into their carriage, and ran back into the manor to grab her things before setting off for the city. In the distance, Amerisis saw a cloud of black smoke and ash nearing their home. She dashed across the carriage seat and screamed in terror, "MOMMA! MOMMA! PLEASE HURRY! THE SCOURGE!"
She peered back and saw them coming upon them quickly. To no avail, her mother did not answer her cries. Fearing for her and her young brother’s life, Amerisis tucked him under the carriage seat and covered him and told him to be as quiet as he could. Amerisis quickly crawled out of the carriage and ran into the house to find her mother. She could hear a crass deep voice talking to her mother, and crept slowly to the door, peering through the opened crack. She saw a winged demon, clouded in thick black mist, wielding a scythe. The demon was holding her mother by her neck with sorcery death grip. Shaking and frightened, she watched her mother slowly dying in his clutches, knowing there was nothing she could do. He spoke callously, “I will rip your soul from your body, woman. Your flesh will rot to dust, and I will take your ashes and create another scourge for my Legion. Your soul will be devoured by our mighty Fel Drake. Your offspring will be turned to slaves and will carry supplies for my army. How does it feel to be so weak and helpless mortal? Knowing you can do anything to stop me?”
Lady Aeroloth pried her fingers between the death grip on her neck, and in one final breath she told Sissel, “My children are forged in light. Blessed by Sage of the Holy City. You will not touch them, for they have gone to the Holy City. Sissel, their destiny is your bane, mark my words.”
Angry, Sissel tightened his Death Grip, crushing Lady Aeroloth’s throat. She was gone. He peered up at the doorway, and said, “So, child of light, we are destined to meet on a battle field. The strings of fate will be undone. I shall bide my time, preparing for our battle; my battle of the blessed light.”
Amerisis did not peer around the door, but kept her back to the wall, tears rolling down her face, as she listened to Sissel speak. In a moment of strength she shouted, “Sissel! You may have darkened my heart today for your actions. You cannot darken my soul. I will avenge all you’ve taken from me and from our kingdom. You won’t see me again, until my blades are ripping you wing to wing!”
Driven and focused on her promise to Sissel, Amerisis ran from the manor and jumped on the carriage, whipping the horses to speed. After two long days of travel, Amerisis and Ryu reached the gates of the Holy City. Once inside the city walls, Amerisis and Ryu were met by the Sage. “Welcome children. This city is a safe haven for refugees. I see you two travelled alone. Do not fear, many here know loss.” The Sage, placed his hands on Amerisis and Ryu’s heads. “My children, you were forged in light. You will become strong. Ryu, dear boy, you lead the path of a Berserker. Your heart is strong, your mind is just. Amerisis, your heart beats with determination, your mind is focused. Your path lies in the shadows; an assassin’s path is yours.”
One year after their arrival, Amerisis and Ryu became strong, training hard in their paths. Amerisis spent many months training in the shadows, and still with vengeance in her heart, she changed her name. She no longer felt like Amerisis Aeroloth, she now called herself Miss Martyr. A mistress of the shadow, a martyr to die for what she believed in.
One afternoon, she was approached by a berserker named TraF, the guild leader of TKO. TraF was recruiting new members. He saw the tenacity and determination in Miss Martyr’s heart. She was accepted into her new group of friends. For months, she observed people come and go. Soon, TraF himself got orders to Europe, leaving his guild behind. Miss Martyr started to feel like her new family was being ripped away from her, so she decided to focus on quests given to her by Sage. A spark of hope danced in her heart the day CaliLuna, a fellow assassin, took over TKO. Finally, a leader that knew how to lead. Under CaliLuna’s wings, Miss Martyr became stronger, faster, and more determined than ever to strengthen herself. Little by little, stronger members soon joined, even reuniting with her brother Ryu. It felt like everything was falling into place for Miss Martyr. She finally had the strength and support to face the demon that destroyed her lands and family. It was time for Sissel to meet his end.
Sage tested Miss Martyr to confirm her ability to take on such a powerful demon alone. “Child, I watched you grow before my very eyes. You have the strength of your father, the intellect of your mother, and the inspiration of the shadows. You are now well matched for Sissel. Bring back his scythe as a trophy. All will know your name, and because of you we can rebuild our lands. One last thing before you go into battle,” he said, pulling a wooden box from his cloak, “these daggers were made for you. Like you, they have been forged in light. Go forward, and with them, and destroy the darkness that surrounds these lands.”
Miss Martyr graciously accepted Sage’s quest and gift, then walked through the gates of the Holy City and entered the land that once was hers. It had become a barren waste land. Thick ash covered the ground. Trees burned under gray skies. Though this was a disheartening sight, she trudged on in search of Sissel. “SISSEL,” she screamed. A black haze rose from the ground before her feet. “And so, child, destiny is upon us. I took your mother, your father, your land. I consumed them into this wasteland. Now, are you prepared to join them?!”
“Ready when you are.” She readied her blades and took notice of the exploits in her surroundings. She dashed forward with her backlash kick, appearing behind Sissel. She slashed and dashed, cutting every inch of Sissel, using his dark mist as the shadow she had become accustomed to fight from. Sissel was screaming in pain, “LIGHT FORGED WEAPONS?! How did you… AHHHHHH!!!!!”
Sissel fell to the ground, vanishing into the earth, leaving behind only a cloak and scythe. Miss Martyr stood over the items staring. The weight on her heart she had been carrying for years, was replaced by relief. She could now properly mourn her parents.
Entering back into the city gates, scythe in hand, she held it up for all to see. The citizens cheered wildly. However, she only stared at Ryu. His face was proud, and he cried happiness to see his sister come back alive. He ran to her and hugged her, and lifted her into the air. “Sister, lets visit our home and pay this scythe tribute to our parents.” Miss Martyr nodded with a smile on her face. Hand in hand, they walked out of the Holy City together, ready to return home."