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About Quimkithe- Hybrid

Few understand fear like those who face a Half-Orc Werewolf in battle, and few of those who understand the fear live to tell of it. Despite the battle prowess of the Half-Orc Werewolves not everyone fears them, or at least their hatred of the Half-Orc Werewolves overpowers their fear of them. And so it was the case for a certain clan of Goblins in the Hoarwood Forest. Many wars were waged between the two races for many years. Near the end of the conflict a baby was born, a baby blessed by the Oracles of Po Li. Blessed so that she could protect the forest from those who might destroy it. For the Oracles of Po Li foresaw a time when the Goblins would be a long lost memory and a new threat would cast its dark shadow over the forest, the threat of the ever growing Human race. And so the baby, dubbed Quimkithe, was blessed and raised with the privileges due to one of her status. Though by the time she reached her adolescence the grand majority of the Goblins had been chased away, the hatred for Goblins permeated her home.
As she grew up, Quimkithe experimented. She knew that in her future she would need to protect her people, and above all her forest. However, she knew not how best her abilities would serve her in protecting her land. She dabbled in many parts of society. She moved quickly from subject to subject searching for what would suit her and allow her to protect her home. Her search ranged from being a Necromancer’s assistant, where she learned the weakness of the flesh to worshipping Gozreh where she learned about herself. Eventually she gave up and wandered the forest she so loved. Then, suddenly, she chanced upon a Half-Elf in an open glade. They conversed for a few minutes, and then they left the glad behind. Nobody saw Quimkithe for a number of moons, when, out of the blue, she returned, but as a different person who had left. She had become harder and more capable. In addition, she carried herself with quiet self-confidence and a massive, powerful bow. She had left a girl and returned a woman, ready-bow in hand and a snarl on her face-to defeat anything and everything.