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[attr="class","MABtitle"][attr="class","fas fa-angle-double-right"] Craftmanship

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oh, but of course

Ismene is a warrior. What Amazoness isn't? (A dead one, as the old joke goes in the pleasant land of Telskyura.) No, the problem isn't that she won't fight, but that she is fighting the wrong way.[break][break]

where did it all go wrong?

She'd been such a promising child. Among the other children in her home village, Ismene was the sturdiest, the fiercest. It is said that her first trial was over in less seconds, though this might be the hyperbole of her proud mother, who recounted the tale over and over for months afterward. (She recalls it now with bitter nostalgia.) Praise from adults and envy from peers abounded. Expectations soared. Rumors went around that the village chief was considering personally mentoring her. She had the makings of a perfect Amazoness, or so it seemed.[break][break]

There was no breaking point or inciting incident. It simply unfolded across the passage of time.[break][break]

Ismene grew up alienated from her peers due to the disproportionate amount of favor she was receiving. It hurt, badly, but she refused to admit weakness within herself. How could she, with all the pressure she was under? Instead, she buried it under a full-blown superiority complex, wherein she felt that she was better not only than the other children but also the adults (who she secretly held responsible for her estrangement). And why stop there? Perhaps she was even better than the entire Amazonian race. This was why she felt so alone while surrounded by people—she transcended them.[break][break]

From there Ismene began looking for the things that set her apart from everyone else. She looked upon the customs of Amazoness life, which she had previously embraced, with disdain. The warmongering, the brutality, the grunts and roars and breaking of bones—they all seemed to her the behavior of beasts. It embarrassed her now to partake in them. Ismene started to find value in what the other Amazonesses scoffed at—nature, art, philosophy, beauty, grace. She didn't quite understand them, but she convinced herself that she did.[break][break]

Still, there was no denying her Amazonian nature. Ismene loved to fight. After a period of internal conflict, she decided to reconcile this old side of her with the new.[break][break]

Ismene's fighting ability noticeably declined. She lost a fight against a peer for the first time, and then another, and then more. Her attacks, previously ruthless, were... softened, somehow. The adults theorized that she was in the process of developing a new fighting style, but it soon became clear that Ismene was more concerned with the style than the fighting. When she trained, she didn't ask herself whether her moves were effective enough, but whether she looked cool while doing them. She treated her battles like performances. She valued form over function. She was weakening.[break][break]

It didn't stop there. She spoke now as if she were a wise old sage, quoting obscure works of literature which she didn't really understand herself, dispensing wisdom that nobody asked for, pausing from time to time to gaze meaningfully into the distance. She was often found meditating, reading, crafting, and taking long strolls through the countryside. She even wrote poetry, which she was happy to read aloud. (It was awful.) This posturing was beyond aggravating for the Amazonesses of the village, and also somewhat concerning. A few were of the opinion that she was going mad.[break][break]

Formerly the rising star, Ismene soon became the laughingstock of the village. She wasn't the weakest, but she was treated like one. The adults sighed and shook their heads as she passed by, wondering how such potential could go to waste. Her peers jumped at the chance to jeer upon the one whose talents they used to seethe with envy for. Ismene wasn't at all discouraged—if anything, it seemed to her that she was on the right path. Surely it was only natural for these common people to turn away from that which they couldn't wrap their unenlightened minds around. And so she continued to seek the most beautiful way of fighting.[break][break]

Upon reaching adulthood, Ismene set her sights on Orario, where she felt her goal could better be achieved. Her family jumped on the chance to send her there, as 1) they were tired of her embarrassing them and 2) they hoped she would return with her tail between her legs or, better yet, return to her senses amid the harsh reality of the dungeon. But who knows what will become of her when she is out of their hands? Only time, and that hasn't served her well thus far, has it?[break][break]

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