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Intro. Jessa grew up on a farm just outside Red Larch, tending animals and hauling water under the watchful eye of her hardworking parents. Though small-town life was safe and steady, she wanted more—adventure, purpose, a chance to be someone her younger siblings could admire. When bandits razed nearby farms, Jessa rushed into town, begging to help fight. The militia turned her away, laughing. She stood on the sidelines, watching, her fists clenched in helpless determination, deciding—if she wasn’t strong enough now, she'd one day make them regret leaving her behind. At fourteen, Jessa sought out the Fighters’ Guild’s small branch in Red Larch. Though they wouldn’t yet let her train, she threw herself into menial tasks—hauling supplies, cleaning the yard, patching gear—anything to prove her worth. Every evening, when the yard was quiet, she practiced with a borrowed blade until her arms ached. One day, she vowed, she would stand not as a farm girl but as a protector Red Larch could trust.

Jessa Ashbrook

@Garbage Panda from the Void