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[color=1a7b30]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=1a7b30]Location:[/color] Forest outside Roshmi
[color=1a7b30]Interaction:[/color] [@Helo] Cade [@Potter] Cora [@FunnyGuy] Umber
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As blackness enveloped her, Elsea couldn't stop the sudden sense of panic. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to work out what was happening. She tried to keep a brave face, however, and stand tall. As the townsfolk appeared she was shocked at first, but then stared back in defiance. She began shaking her head as Umber spoke, but she knew he was right. She didn't trust anyone, not fully at least. People were selfish, this she knew because she was selfish herself. She'd used people since she got here to Avalia. She had used Elthrael that first night in order to feel good about herself. She spun some sob story about how she owed him for saving her, but the truth was she didn't really care about that. She hadn't known if she was going to live to see the next day so she slept with him to take her mind off things.

She used Risa and Kyran too. It had seemed more likely that she would survive with them and so she joined them purely out of selfish desire to live. While a friendship had formed, yes, initially she hadn't planned for that. She merely wishes to use them in order to get herself somewhere safe.

She looked at Elthrael and then to Risa and Kyran as she listened to Umber continue. Rage continued to bubble in her, but was it because what he now spoke was also true? Why was she treated as worthless by others? Angry tears filled her eyes and it became a struggle to keep the flames under her skin at bay. She glanced to the elderly looking elf beside her now. She wanted to burn him, to burn them, to set everything ablaze. Before that could happen, however, the pitch black was gone and she stood one her pyre. Panic rose in her once again as she watched the elf toss a torch onto the pyre. She let out a horrified scream as she shut her eyes and shook her head. [Color=1a7b30]"No, no, no! This isn't real! It's not real!"[/color] She yelled, her eyes still shut tight. Why was this happening? Were the gods angry with her? She hadn't made a sacrifice to them since arriving to Avalia, she'd been too preoccupied. [Color=1a7b30]"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please forgive me!"[/color] She muttered as she began to rock a bit. [Color=1a7b30]"This isn't real. It can't be real!"[/color] She began saying over and over again, but then suddenly something washed over her, a calmness. Whether it was the gods answering her or her mind was finally realizing the truth of things, she didn't know. Instead she slowly opened her eyes and looked to Umber, a horrifying smirk crossing her face now.

[Color=1a7b30]"Funny that you think I'd trust you to help me. You said it yourself, I don't trust anyone so why would you think I'd accept your help?"[/color] She asked him as she reached under her dress and grabbed a dagger she had hidden there before going to the ball. She looked at the dagger briefly before placing the blade on her palm and slicing it open. She began chanting a prayer in Gaelic as she let the blood drip to the ground, offering a blood sacrifice to her gods. She then dipped two fingers into the blood and began drawing symbols across her face as she continued to chant. Finally she looked to Umber once more. [Color=1a7b30]"Enough of these mind games. Next time why don't you actually face me. I'll prove my worth to everyone and I bloody don't need anyone's help doing it."[/color] She said as she walked through the flames before snapping her fingers and lighting the place Umber stood on fire.