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[Color=green][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening
[Color=green][b]Location:[/b][/color] Bloom Village, Flower Fairy Kingdom
[Color=green][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] None.
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Sprite Village, a small quaint settlement several miles off Avalia’s west coast. It’s beauty was unique, especially at night since this village primarily relied on the bioluminescence produced by the large population of pixies. Rarely were there times where one might need a lantern or torch to traverse the village. The fairies viewed the settlement as a village, but the pixies considered it their very own metropolis. 

But then there was Skar and her horde. They considered this place to simply be a target of opportunity. The orc did not consider fairies as anything more than fraile. Unfortunately this frailty did not excuse them from the encroaching violence that would ensue. Few fae villagers noticed the slow dimming of their settlement. For some unknown reason, the pixies here and there trailed away from the village. The luminous village became dimmer and dimmer, and within an hour’s time… dark. The few pixies that remained kept together in the center of the town giving the village a single bright light at its center. The fae villagers moved to arm themselves with lanterns or spears, but their timing was poor. Many had already been taken under the cover of darkness. Screams were muffled during rapid stabbings or swift bludgeoning. The goblins were deadly in the dark, their eyes naturally adapted to the darkness of the caves they usually called home. They were instructed to only spare the women. The rest were meat. The men. Meat. The children. Meat. The wings of the women were cut into unrecognizable shapes or off completely to prevent their flight. 

“Why?! We have honored the truce with you!” The elder fairy of Sprite Village shouted as he caught Skar’s large form at the edge of the single point of light. The elder grunted as thick vines entangled Skar.

[Color=Green]"No truce with War Pact! No truce with Skar!”[/color] She shouted as struggled against the vines. [Color=green]"NO TRUCE WITH WEAK!”[/color] She roared as a spear thrown from the darkness pierced the elder’s leg. He cried out in pain as the attack caused him to fall hard on his other knee. Falling faced down, his people reached out to assist him. Several were impaled by goblins that had charged forth with weapons, while the others readied to fend off the attack as best as they could. The fae ordered a healer to tend to the elder as he bled from his leg. [color=green]"Weak!”[/color] Skar tore herself from the vines that weakened due to the elder’s injuries. [color=green]"Let Skar teach fairies strength!”[/color] She marched forward and snatched the elder from the ground by the nape of his neck, holding him up with one hand. She had viciously plucked him from the young fae woman who had attempted to heal him . Skar intially held the man up as a hostage, but changed her mind as she knew this village had not an ounce of leverage. Without losing another second, Skar smashed the elder’s face into a nearby wall. [color=green]"Let Skar teach fairies…[/color] She then held the old fae up again and used her other hand to grip his throat. [color=green]"DEATH!”[/color] With a disturbing popping sound as tendons tore and snapped, Skar ripped the head off of the elder fae with a grunt before snarling with her now blood-splattered face. She tossed the head somewhere off into the darkness as if it had no value before backhanding the young healer who then collapsed to the ground. [color=green]"Take this one as slave too! Men are meat, children are meat! Women are slave!”[/color] Skar repeated her original order when she had devised this assault. She allowed the goblins to take what they wanted as long as they kept living slaves. Any type of women would serve fine as slaves, but fae specialized in the ability to heal. Skar would make great use of them, and if they refused, she would find new uses for them for her horde. Screams and snarls continued to sound through the village.

[color=turquoise]"Skaaaar… Sol box has big story of…R-rosh... Roshmi! Big Ball! Too much talk fairy, big demon, and humenz. Big boom! Big death!”[/color] The clever goblin known as Dari reported with a wide crooked smile. In one of his small hands he held a small damp cloth sack  containing his recently made snack. If the lighting was better, it would appear the dampness of the sack was from some mashed blueberry. If only it was that innocent. Sprite Village was taken quietly, but savagely nonetheless.

It had all started with the use of sweet smelling honey to lure the pixies away. Once caught, the goblins ground them in bags using stone. Some bashed sacks with stones, others bashed stones with sacks. Either way, the sacks were stained blue. Mixing in the honey for use as a snack was an afterthought. Skar snatched up the healer at her feet by the hair. The fae yelped from the sudden action and pain, looking at Skar with teary eyes and a bruised face. All the while Dari was munching on his snack.

[color=green]"Ugly girl! Tell Skar of humans and Roshmi"[/color] Skar narrowed her eyes fiercely before continuing quietly. [Color=green]"And Skar will make you best slave."[/color] The girl continued to sob, too frightened to answer. This  visibly frustrated the orc. Skar then turned her head to the vicious pillaging, drawing attention to the unbridled savagery in the cover of the darkness. It was difficult to make out everything going on, but the sounds were not deceitful. Skar faced the fairy again. [Color=green]"Unless ugly girl wants normal slavery."[/color]

[Color=lightyellow]"No… please no."[/color] The fae whimpered as she shook her head rapidly. This girl had seen orcs before, but this one… no, this was a demon. A monster.

[Color=green]"Deal."[/color] Skar dropped the fae to the ground. [Color=green]"Follow Skar, ugly girl. You are now best slave. You are now Warpact."[/color]