[center][h2][color=pink]Eahara[/color][/h2][/center]

Another town raided, more innocent lives killed, the usual things for the likes of the Dark Lord’s orcish hordes. 

Eahara was not surprised for this course of action as it seemed Tharac the dimwitted knew how to do when he set out to find something. The huntress had watched the raid happen, the slaughter, and the beginning of the burning of the damned barn; the screams managing to reach those ears of hers. Though, the screams hardly seemed to affect her in any negative fashion, being deflected by that cold expression of hers. That expression that had been drilled into her since the day of her birth of her clan, when she became a huntress under the Dark Lord. Her movements were subtle, cautiously approaching the village as those trapped in the barn screamed as flames engulfed them. Did she wish for them to stop? Yes, only because it was annoying and making her lose her train of thought. 

Now, she entered one of the ruined homes and began sifting through the rubble as she attempted to find any form of loot that seemed valuable. Then, she felt the burning sensation run up her arm and she instinctively drew her bow and nocked an arrow, aiming it at the door that she had entered. The Kobold saw the being step through the doorway, a goblin who had come back to scavenge for any sort of loot, same reason as she. It also stopped, looking at her with the same dumb expression all goblins had.

“Who are you?,” the goblin questioned.

[color=pink]“I am a rock,”[/color] Eahara stated rhetorically, narrowing her eyes at the small dumb thing.

“Oh, you look like a Kobold to me,” it responded, scratching the top of its disgustingly green, bald head. It's face shift to confusion for the being that claimed to be a rock seemed to resemble a Kobold.

[color=pink]“Nope, I'm a rock,”[/color]the Kobold insisted, her tail flicking to the side assume spoke with a slight hiss.

“Oh. Okay,” the goblin said cheerful, earning a confused look from the Kobold who practically had an arrow shoved in its face. It began to step closer and sift through rubble, not minding that the ‘rock’ was staring in confusion at it. Though, the goblin’s actions did not lost long as Eahara had finally loosed her arrow right into the back of the goblin’s skull. Yet, she had stay there in order to contemplate on whether what happened was weird or she was beginning to go insane. At the very least, the burning sensation began to subside.

Finally, she sighed as she picked the goblin’s corpse clean of any money or food it had on it. Eahara also dragged the goblin off the arrow that had element through its head so that she may yet use the arrow. [color=pink]“Goblins,”[/color] she sighed in disappointment before going off to begin tracking the orcish warpath once more, seeking to kill Tharac and begin her task of destroying those officers to the Dark Lord. There she left the villagers screaming from pain as the fire destroyed them, before sniffing their screams with crackles and pops as the fire raged.