“The Garleans enslaved me and forced me into their army to kill in their name. The Eorzeans enslaved me to fight in their arenas for their enjoyment and coin. Is there really a difference between the two? But I continue, for one day I pray the Green will welcome me home.”

Rishe's demeanor is normally cold and distant, seemingly not wanting to get close to anyone or have anything to do with those around her. She is all business and nothing else, not even reacting to the cheers and boos of the crowd. The only person thus far that has been able to get through her shell even a little is a young Elezen chirurgeon named Itrenne that Tatanaje hired as Rishe’s personal healer.

History:
  When Rishe was younger, her village came under attack from the Empire. Even though she and her sisters defended the village for a time it was eventually overrun, and they were taken prisoner. The Legatus recognized Rishe’s skill and offered her a choice. She could watch as her sisters were brutalized and killed, or she would fight for the Empire. To her there was no choice as she took up blade or the Garleans.  She was eventually transferred to the VIIth Legion to fight against the Eorzean Alliance in the battle of Ghimlyt Dark. During the battle her contingent was nearly wiped out, Rishe only surviving because her unconscious body was hidden under a piece or armor.  After the battle, she tried to escape hoping to be free of the Empire suspecting they thought her dead and return to the forest and find a way to rescue her sisters. Only fate had other plans and as she was captured by a mercenary group scavenging the battlefield for easy coin. Fearing for her life, she had killed several members of the group in self-defense before they overwhelmed her. The group, as act of revenge for their fallen comrades fused a gem into her forehead to mock the Garlean third eye and then took her to Ul’dah to turn her in. There Tatanaje Gogonaje hearing of her and of her skill, offered her a choice, face trial and be executed for her crimes, or work off her sentence in the blood sands as one of his sponsored gladiators. Once more she feared she only had one choice.Short Stories:
  Another Day on the SandsHooks:
  Gladiatorial Combat – Do you have what it takes to face off against the currently undefeated Rishe on the blood sands? Or perhaps you wish to try and team up with her?  Escape from Ul’dah Rishe when not in the arena can often be found at the Gates of the Sultana looking out to the world beyond, while fiddling with the leather choaker marked with a sundrake, the symbol marking Tatanaje Gogonaje’s property. Is there a way to help this Viera gain what she seems to desire, freedom? And for what reason would you want to?

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Another Day on the Sands  The sands under her feet were already stained red with blood. Some of it her own some of her opponents. Gasping for air, the tall Viera looked across the arena at them, well the only one that was still on his feet. This was supposed to be a four-way fight, but she had guessed right when the other three decided to team up to try and take down the still undefeated Rishe. And they damned near succeeded. Her left arm was dislocated at the shoulder and hung limply at her side. She sported numerous cuts and bruises all over her body. Exhausted, she had already taken down two of the three. One more to go.  The Midlander was looking a little less beat up, but he was sporting a large head wound and one eye was already swollen shut from when his face had an unfortunate run in with the pommel of her sword. He slowly started to circle her; the twin spiked balls of his flail were already coated with her blood. She could feel the crimson liquid flow down her back from when they connected with her shoulder earlier in the fight. She slowly turned, keeping that wounded arm between them and her good arm holding her sword back, waiting for him to strike, or for an opening.  An opening. The corner of her mouth started to curve upward. As he moved, he had tilted his head just enough that the blood from his head wound was about to flow right into his good eye. “Hey! Whatcha smiling about! Someone start waving carrots?” Rishe’s eyes narrowed as she lowered herself, her feet digging into the sands ready to spring. “Bah not gonna matter in the second, won’t be eating anything for a while once I smash that jaw yah piece of Garlean filth.”  Oh, this one was trying to push all her buttons, that was for sure. Just a moment longer though and there! “Seven hells! Wait!” As he reached up to wipe the blood from his eye she sprung forward, her long legs allowed her to close the distance between them with incredible speed. When she reached him, she lowered herself almost to her knees sliding under the wild swing of his flail. And while using her momentum for added force, drove the pommel of her sword right into the man’s midsection. Even the spectators in the upper most seats could hear the air forced out of his body from the blow. But she wasn’t done yet. As he doubled over her sword, his weapon falling from his hand, she rose up to her feet, lifting him up, and drove her knee right into the man’s groin. Now it was the crowd’s turn to groan in pain, well at least every man that was watching.  The Midlander crumpled to the ground into a fetal position. A quick glance around the other two opponents were still unconscious. Taking a deep breath, she held her sword above her head and a moment later the crowd erupted, chanting her name. ‘That’s it, play to the crowd Rishe, earn Tatanaje more gil, and maybe you’ll get out of this before you end up bleeding out in this place.’ She thought to herself as she slowly turned, doing her best to wave with her sword to everyone that was cheering. ‘By the Woods, everything hurts. Itrenne is going to be furious with me.” With a heavy sigh she slowly turned to make her way back to the gate that led to the gladiator barracks. “And I’m going to have to listen to every word of it while she stiches me up.” She finally spoke out loud, not thinking anyone could hear her over the crowd noise.  “You’re damn right you will!” Rishe looks up and sees the young Elezan woman standing there, hand already digging through her chirurgeon’s bag for something. “Least you finally started listening to me about the crowd. But come now let’s get you to the back so I can patch you up. Saw the hit to the shoulder, hopefully it’s just dislocated and not broken. Either way will be a while for your next fight and this time you’re going to stay at home and heal am I clear?” With another heavy sigh Rishe just offers the woman a small smile and nodded at her as they disappeared into the tunnels. The cheers of the crowd still reverberating throughout he stone halls.