Lilith walked along the trail out of Harboral to the west.

Being a guard to merchants wasn't so bad. She had learned to fight at a young age, and it had served her well. Lilith had a well-toned body. Her lightly-tanned skin glistened in the dwindling sunlight as she marched purposefully back to her home of Kirinvale. Her long red hair hung just on her shoulders and her green eyes eagerly took in all of the sights of the forests between Harboral and Kirinvale. Plate armor covered most of her slender, muscled body. Her family's blade hung at her hip. She had removed her quilted gambison before leaving town, it was less likely that she'd be attacked traveling alone with no money and it was hot. Her upper torso was covered in plate mail as was her waist to her ankles. Her midriff was bare and her arms and hands were uncovered and free to move. A helmet hung on her large kite shield on her back.

She had just recently settled in Kirinvale. Her old home had been razed by bandits. She was lucky enough to escape, it was a narrow chance that she did. She was hiding under a bed when the bandits broke in to her family's manor. She and her brother were the only ones to make it out of there alive. She laid mere feet away as her sister was tackled to the floor and gangraped by the bandits while their mother and father were forced to watch their little girl stripped of her dignity with every load of cum that covered her, with every thrust into an abused orifice. Lilith remembered looking away and crying silently, it did not block out the perverted moans as a bandit would cum inside or on her previously virgin sister. Lilith never saw her family again after that. When an opportunity rose she ran. Her brother was killed during the escape, or worse, he had instructed Lilith not to look back and she never did.

Lilith shook her head, trying not to remember that horrible night. Little did she know, her thoughts were a precursor for what was to come.