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[Color=green][b]Time:[/b][/color] Late Afternoon
[Color=green][b]Location:[/b][/color] Azmor City, Azmor Galus, Daka Island
[Color=green][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] None. 

Skar had arrived at her destination, sloppily docking the wooden boat by paddling close and jumping onto the dock. The boat was kicked away and floated off on its own. She landed with a brief stubble, but caught her footing. Skar looked toward the dark elf civilians giving her odd looks, while guards took caution. Though she was armed, she was alone and not letting out a warcry of madness. The guards would keep close watch of her for now. Well at least until she moved to approach them. 

Skar walked casually towards the guards and stopped a few feet away before addressing them. 

[Color=green]"Slave market. Skar will purchase slaves. Where is it?"[/color] The senior of the two Azmor City guards chuckled. 

"Can you even comprehend directions?" The elf asked with a smug smile. "I don't want to be the blame for an orc vagrant within our city." 

Skar scowled at the dark elf and took a step forward. Both dark elves gripped the pommels of their swords. Skar was ready to take on both guards, but refrained as she thought of what she was setting out to do. She thought of home.

[I]23 years ago….[/i]

A much younger Skar sat on the ground outside of her family's large hut sharpening the head of the first weapon she had learned to use, a spear. The natural sounds of the thriving oasis were drowned out by the beating of drums, the clanking of metal, and the occasional roar from an impassioned orc. A large male orc stepped out from her family hut. He wore leather armor that left the right side of his chest exposed showing scars indicating the numerous failed attempts at his life. On his face were more scars with sharp bone pierced into the bridge of his nose.

[I][Color=Olive]"Skarsnaga! Today we raid goblins! You come. You watch kill then you do kill!"[/color][/i] Skar's father, Grum, a towering 10-foot orc almost bellowed to the child who initially replied with just a fierce stare. 

[Color=green]"See kill! Do kill!!"[/color] Skar's father pat her on her head, proud of the daughter he was raising. He was sure she would become a fierce warrior within the clan and someday produce warriors of her own. Skar had never witnessed her father smile in her childhood. It wouldn't be until her young adulthood that she would see such an expression. 

Her mother, Reshna stepped out next, her leather armor understandably covered her entire torso, but she also lacked any visible scars. She peered down at her daughter and let a brief smile form on her face. She resembled how Skar would look in years to come, minus the length of her hair. Reshna's hair was braided into thick cornrows that stopped at her shoulders. 

[Color=lightgreen]"Skarsnaga, you follow me."[/color] Reshna stated. Grum turned to his wife with a scowl.

[Color=olive]"You? I am head of home!"[/color] Grum snarled. Reshna didn't flinch and instead took a step closer to her husband. Her scowl would make one question whether her previous smile was possible. 

[Color=lightgreen]"Grum. You are head of home. Not in battlefield. Not in raid. Reshna is head of combat! I show Skar to be head in combat, not head of home like you!"[/color] Reshna's scowl did not soften, giving Grum no choice but to back down from his wife. He grunted and walked off towards where many of the other members of the clan were headed to arm themselves. Skar stared up at her mother who nodded for her to move forward. [Color=lightgreen]"Skarsnaga. You will be strong orc. In combat. In life. Orc with most scars is not always strongest orc… Your father forget this"[/color]

[I]Present[/i]

[Color=green]"Skar know where she puts blade to kill dark elf... but Skar want direction to slave market. I have amas."[/color] Skar shook the hefty pouch tied at her waist.