A elf had flicked the blood of a slain Veletzian off her blade, the fool had spent too long aiming his crossbow to notice the lithe figure sliding a masterwork blade through his daemonsteel armor and into his heart in the heat of combat. Her shattered silver eyes crossing the battlefield, until those mirrors reflected a familiar blue. A blade of undeniable value and renown, she knew the enemy, and she saw his target, the king whom was mowing down the enemy forces. The woman took after the man charging the leader, and her shoulder met his side, pushing him off course with her allies, keeping him from his prize. However the fog of war soon came, as Veletzians rescued their Ferryman ally- right as her emerald blade came for his throat. She hunted the man until his retreat down a well, watching his flight from the battle. She chose not to follow the snakes into their den, and instead to lay claim to their objective- the keep. "How fitting that the rats flee into the sewer, next time however, I will not allow any to escape." The woman affirmed, as she left to burn the corpses and leave them with their last rites- spotting the forms of many a ferryman fall from the wall- including some who had personally made themselves her enemy... "Choosing to be a villain really hasn't worked out for many of you has it? May your souls find peace beyond the veil... Though I doubt it."
"Attempting to slander a gift of GOD and call it iblees worship is truly a heinous sin. One cannot speak for GOD, such is heresy. All souls hold a connection to the void, Deus Vult."