"This is an old story from the times when gunpowder was only known in Westerlan and when wars were fought with sword and bow rather then with muskets and pikes like today. It tells about Itta the Immortal and how she was born in despair and blood. Now let me begin.

[i]"Her last clear memory of this world as a human was that of a bandit's axe plunging itself in her skull and the darkness that followed...

"Open your eyes," a voice speaks near her and with pain and some regret from an unknown part of her own self she opens her eyes.

A person, with a skin so pale that it is almost white, stands above her and looks at her with his glowing red eyes, while his long black hair falls down to his ankle. The room around them is the strangely familiar while at the same time foreign, filled with things which to her looked like coming from some other life. Together with the usual things you would expect in a medieval serf's house there are two male bodies, one an adult and one an older teenager, laying on the floor with evidence of a fierce fight from around the two bodies all the way to the doors leading in the house.

"What happened," she managed to barely speak, her voice strangely (why did it she find this strange) weak and dry.

"You died, as well as most of the village, but unlike the others something still kept your soul on this world," the man explained as he took out some clothing and handed it to her: "Your soul was extremely weak when I found it so I quickly forced it back into your body, but much of the things you knew from your life are probably gone or to hazy to be of any use, now put this on yourself, the bandits were not happy with just robbing and killing you."

She, as quickly as possible, put on the simple shirt and pants that he handed her and then asked: "What now? I am dead and not dead at the same time, so where should I go? And what is my name?"

The man shaken his head and moved his shoulders in a manner which said that he had no idea and not wanting to waste any more time he left her alone. She, without a name, with broken memories, with no place to call her own, cried and cried until she passed out...

It was already late morning when she woke up with in the now lifeless house. She cloud hear the sound of someone approaching the house in heavy armor and before she cloud react a man, obviously a knight, opened the doors and stepped in the building. He was so surprised that he found her that he shouted a cry of extreme strength, but quickly calmed he said to the knights behind him: "It's alright, it is person, unarmed."

"So how did you exactly survive what happened here," he asked here while stepping in, followed by the rest of the knights.

"I did not survive, sire, I was killed, but for some reason my soul stayed here and then a wanderer forced it back into my body, so ..." but as soon as the second thing was heard the knights pulled out his sword and charged at her, reaching her as she said "so" and plunging his sword trough her chest.

She looked at the sword and then started to scream in a way not much different then a wounded beast, but with the pain the memory of her last moments also came in and she though: "NO! I am not ready to die again! Before I do I will make sure that those which wronged me pay."

With a single strike of her fist she smashed the face of the one which stabbed her and in that second the smell, sound and color of blood filled her senses and awakened the inhuman urges in her body, one of which were the desire to drink blood and eat flesh of living things to allow her body to repair and run itself now when it cloud no longer produce anything at it's own, but she kept self-control and pulled the sword out of her body. The knights have surrounded her by then but she just unleashed her full strength and in a long arch cut trough all of them with strength far beyond human. A few were lucky due to the angle of the arch which made them just lose their legs, or maybe not since all that blood made her lose the last bit of control and soon sounds of munching and slurping filled the house ...

It was dusk on the slopes some two miles west from the village when she came back to herself from the darkness of the inhuman lust for living flesh and fresh blood. Almost in the same moment she noticed that she was covered in blood as well as the sword that she held in her right hand and she knew what had happened - she lost to those urges. She fallen to the ground, her tears flowing down her cheeks, and muttered: "What I have become! I'm a monster! I, I..."

She traveler westward towards the sparsely populated mountains and used wild game to feed her needs until she reached, in the hottest of all times of the year, a small mountain valley which was both empty from human live as well as so wooded that it proved good cover all year long, even outside of the cold months when the mountain pass which lead her here was covered in snow and ice. There she build a hut and lived many years without any need, feeding on game and learning about the needs, strengths and weaknesses of her new body. The despair which once gripped her heart was almost gone but then in one warm summer day, seven years after she took the name Itta, from the goddess of the Underworld which was, just like her, brought back to life by a wanderer ...

From the cliff, overlooking the passage leading into the valley, on which Itta was climbing she cloud see as the two travelers, one armed with just a shortsword and the other with no weapon, run into the valley chased by a group of armed men which were almost surely bandits. With the agility that a human couldn’t hope to achieve she descended in front of the bandits, just like she came from the sky, and took out the longsword whose, now empty, sheet swung on her back. When she run her eyes over the bandits and the bandits took a look at her two things were noted: First Itta noted that the leader of the group was one of the bandits which fought her father so many years ago on he day she died and the second was the fact that, since she didn't change at all, the leader of the bandits also recognized Itta.

He spoke in disbelief: "You! You are the daughter of that guy from the Lakar Village!"

He checked out her again but his face showed only a complete lack of understanding for how was here presence here possible, as Itta run past him and charged into his men, cutting them down with inhuman speed and strength. The leader just stood and soon started to manically search for the non-existing exit from this situation as the number of his man dwindled at an incredible speed as blood and human parts flew all over the passage. Finally the sound of weapons and the screams stopped and he turned towards the passage only to see a sight which made him fall to his knees in disbelief and despair. There laughing like a madman Itta stood admits a mass of human parts all covered in what appeared to be a blanket of blood, truly a sight that would terrify anyone, but the leader of the, now dead, group of bandits was not terrified he was already in a state of despair because he cloud feel that he was the next one.

Itta turned towards him and came up to him while a smile, more suited to some demon then a human, adorned her face. In the few moments it took for her to reach him he crawled backwards all the ways to the cliff face that Itta was climbing earlier and in despair spoke up: "Please mercy! I have only killed and stolen I’ve never ..."

A slap so strong it sent one of his teeth flying out of its place and to the ground stopped him from finishing the sentence and Itta spoke, her voice seemingly cooling the whole world: "Tell me where I can find the rest of you and I will give you a quicker death then you deserve."

With tears flowing down his face and in desperate hope that she would let him go he said: "They are currently in the hills north-west from your old village. Please don't kill me!"

But nothing then cold anger and lust for revenge filled Itta and within the next two hours in a way that only brought more despair and pain to one of the ones which brought despair to her so long ago ...

After leaving the two travelers - which were more then happy to take it - to use and claim her small hut Itta started her journey with only one thing in mind - revenge...

It was no problem for her to reach the area in which the bandits have set their base of operations and started working towards her goal.

First she forced the large band of bandits into a desperate situation by obliterating any unit which exited their base came, no matter how large it was.

Then after that they started to send out their experienced units together with anyone leaving the camp, of which many were lead by those which were part of the events which lead to her death, she continued to destroy them but now she would write four words with the blood of the unit leader somewhere near the bloodbath. Those four words were: "For murder, rape, theft."

It didn't take long for the most of the bandit band's lower ranked member started to run from the place en masse, they to were killed, some by Itta personally, most by Itta's traps, while making their way from the camp.

Finally Itta struck the camp, killing all inside and finally waiting on the clearing in the front of the leader's tent for him to exit.

The leader, with only his tongueless servant next to him, all the other bandits were dead after all, exited the tent and almost fell from the surprise when he saw Itta in standing there.

"You, you hunt my nightmares and now you stand in front of me to hunt down me after you hunted down all my man?! What kind of demon are you?! Well it dosen't matter since I am Targer the Vile, greatest bandit of the lands and I will not go down easily," he said, remembering the countless nights that he has spent awake after nightmares in which Itta, while she was still human, was the central part.

"I didn't not just hunt all of your man, I also hunted your whole family, and now I shall take your head to," Itta spoke with a voice almost sounded like it cloud cover the whole world in ice.

Enraged by those words while the tears for his family flowed donw his face Targer launched a powerful charge with his axe at Itta, but once, twice, a dozen of time she just effortless evaded his attempts. In anger and rage Targer shouted: "Die you ghost of past! Return to the grave! I have killed you once and I will do it again!"

But even before he cloud do anything Itta moved at a speed that far surpasses human and struck. At first nothing appeared to have happened but then Itta said: "Now I shall teach you the meaning of despair."

Before she cloud go on the silent servant put a piece of pergament in front of Itta. A question was written on it. "Who are you" it asked and Itta responded: "Itta."

What followed was a single day in which Targer, the third vilest bandit in the written history, was though the meaning of the words pain, punishment and despair...

As for Itta? All that is know is that she left the camp and disappeared in the wild for years until she reappeared during the Larsaw Inheritance Crisis and the civil war that was born from it. It was the first time that she returned to the pages of history but not the last. Who knows maybe she is still out there searching for the reason why is she still on this world."[/i]

Well this is all for today, you will have to forgive me but my old bones need some sleep. Then my guests, until tomorrow and have a goodnight."