You are [Anon] of Silvercrest. A wondrous elven city on an isolated peninsula. Growing up in an isolationist society that kept to its own and firmly rejected outsiders, you grew up with the mentality of Elven supremacy.
As such, when you became of age you immediately decided to become a soldier in your city. You trained relentlessly and you learned the art of the blade and the bow. You knew how to fight and how to act in the face of your lessers.
Now clad in your armor, you felt ready for war. You were short for an elf but you were still plenty tall. You tied your long blonde hair into a more serviceable braid and kept your helmet on hand. Your leather armor felt tight and it clung to you like a second skin but you enjoyed its protection. Plus it felt nice so snug.
Atop the leather was your silver and blue accented armor and you felt untouachable in it. However there was a gap between the back chestplate, enough that anyone had easy access to your waist.
More importantly, while you were adjusting your greaves, your pink elven panties stuck proudly above your leggings, unbeknownst to you. As you marched alongside your comrades, you were not the only one either. Almost every elven warrior that was marching lockstep into battle had a noticeable (to everyone but them) waistband of their elven panties sticking above their leggings.
Surely that won’t adversely effect the outcome of anything right?
You were of course clueless to all of this. You were far more focused on your commander, a tall effeminate elven man who held a banner aloft.
“My brave warriors! My brothers! Today we march to battle against-
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