Veltarei Rosewood

## History

Originally born to a clan of Elven Warriors, Veltarei got seperated during a bandit attack as they traveled through a desert. After running for hours she found herself at a Church of Abadar which quickly took the place of her new family. Always having been the odd child out for her love of rules, Veltarei found the church to be even closer to her than her family and shortly thereafter joined it. Her environment around her home unforgiving she quickly learned to also become resourceful, making the most out of any piece of scrap or jug of spoiled water.

Now an adult she finally leaves to go into the wider world in the name of Abadar. Despite not having a good ability for the divine, she took the oath all paladins of Abadar take and more to show her dedication. She now wanders the roads and cities ensuring safe passage, fair trades, and that rulebreakers be punished properly as a silent enforcer of justice and law.

## Striking the Behemoth

Veltarei was quick to decipher the strange message she had recieved and grew annoyed at the mere sight of it. Bandits, allowed to roam free and raid could not be tolerated under her watch even on the smallest of scales. To her, the fact this city of raiders even existed was an affront and she could not fathom why they would be left alone without proper justice being dealt for so long. Shortly after she finished reading this, she had already packed her meager belongings and began moving towards Meita.

Her presence was baffling. The elf never stopped, like some sort of natural force of law preparing to right a wrong. Veltarei did not stop to eat or drink, nor did she stop to sleep. Every morning she'd arrive with a strange pile of junk, and collect things discarded by the camp. By the end of her time there it'd all be strange gadgets meant to help people traverse the mountains with ease. Then she'd leave small papers by the supplies saying what more they'd need.

This was how it continued for the first few days, the elf like a spectre and barely seen for long working at a restless and unstopping pace while avoiding others. Then once, she had determined things had been stocked up, the flow of turning junk into tools stopped. Instead Veltarei began appearing at training grounds instead. Her tactics were unorthodox, not normal for a follower for Abdar. She did not challenge people to spars, she'd ambush them suddenly, leaving after nearly knocking them out. She'd fire at people with blunt arrows, sprinting faster than a horse when she was confronted away and continuing to fire. She laid traps in the training grounds, interrupting spars with tripwires and darts that would fly out. For a time it almost seemed as though she had suddenly begun aggressive and harassing them.

People slwoly became wiser to her tricks, dealing with her sudden ambushes and traps better. Then she would improve her tactics, and continue to ambush people but never more than enough for a few bruises. Soldiers began to realize that they were slowly being guided towards the right answers without the Abadarian telling them. Bandits did not fight fair, they would not just meet you in open combat. They lay ambushes, they lay traps to make you vulnerable or kill people, they don't fight to the death but flee with the information they've gathered. Veltarei trained them with honorless tactics to prepare them for the actual deal. Keeping their eyes peeled, disabling traps, coralling and capturing fleeing targets, and spotting ambushes. This is what the elf trained a portion of soldiers to do every day, always trying to be one step ahead so they would learn how to act even when outwitted.

Finally, near the end the elf stopped her training instead finding the delegate asking for tactics. It was the first time, in the entirety of the preparation she formally introduced herself to the camp. She left him a note beginning with her name and rank in the church, and with incredibly formal prose. She reccomended he pursue a lightning strike to the heart of the city itself, as bandits generally take to a charismatic leader and get startled when they are outmaneuvered. She had provided gear for a stealthy team to infiltrate and get to the overlord of the city while the rest kept the main force occupied. She also suggested a less regimented approach. The bandits would not play fair and neither should they. Spread out the forces and rely on swift strikes with flanking to take out entire groups. Every one that escapes is more information in the enemies hands, and every oen captured is more in the favor of justice and order.