[color=a980d6]Time:[/color] Previous Evening - 9:00 AM
[color=a980d6]Location:[/color] A town outside Roshmi - Roshmi City
[color=a980d6]Interactions:[/color] [@legion02] [@Helo]
[color=a980d6]Equipment:[/color] A sword and a lot of bitterness

[url = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fO11I2v4JOY]Well how does it feel?[/url]

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[i]In a town outside of Roshmi City...[/i]

She [i]had[/i] been sitting peacefully in the tavern before shit went pear-shaped. It [i]was[/i] a pleasant time. "Was", as in had been, before these [i]fucking[/i] Dark Elves ruined it like they do everything else. The declaration of war sent the town into an uproar. People rushing fucking everywhere, no time to think, no space to move, no drink to down. Not after it was spilled on her armour, anyway. The piss-drunk outrage of the other tavern patrons became thick in the air as everyone stared daggers at Nabarra, so she got up and left. Thought she might try to get some fresh bloody air and sit on the fucking grass for a while. Give herself a chance to let her thoughts drift back to how vicious the Dark Elves were back then, and how much more fucked they would be now.

[i][color=a980d6]Another fucking war. For fucks' sake,[/color][/i] she thought.

The smell of smoke fucked her plans. It wafted through the town, carrying screams and showcasing a red haze that blared through the tree cover in the woods just outside of town. It was near the edge. The fire came into clear view as Nabarra marched up the hillock, her sidesword was in one hand while the other shielded her eyes from smoke. The sword was less for any practical use - you can't fight fire with steel - but it did bring some feeling of stability.

The screams began mixing with violent sobs. And they never stopped, they just slowly died out. [color=a980d6]"Bloody fucking hell."[/color]

As Nabarra drew closer she saw the sign. Of [i]fucking[/i] course it has to do with her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she realised that whoever set this up wasn't just any bounty hunter like she's fought before. It takes cunning to set something like this up. The hunters who set this were working for the Dark Elf state directly, and they knew what they were doing. She tore the sign out of the ground and marched towards the fire once more.

A small crowd began to gather behind her as she moved yet closer. They were watching the fire, enraptured by the orange, gawking. The declaration of war was forgotten for a short time. Out of the collective mind until people began theorising and gossiping. Chatter passed around the group, and eventually they, too, pinned it on the Dark Elves.

As Nabarra drew closer to the flames, she began to see what was inside. What was burning? A demihuman figure lay trapped beneath a pyre, flames raging over fur and burning flesh. [i]Morbid tinder[/i]. Nabarra knew how this worked, she'd burned enough people. That person was not dead yet. The flames had only just began to eat at the body as she arrived, which meant whoever that was had passed out from smoke inhalation not long ago. Some solace can be found in knowing that those flames can't be felt. 

Nabarra tossed the sign onto the fire. 
[b][color=a980d6]"You want my blood? Then fuckin' gather your piss-weak nerves and come take it, cowards."[/color][/b] she snarled, eyes locked with the burning sign. She was fed-the-fuck-up. That poor person did nothing wrong. Nothing to deserve being captured and burned to death as bait to get at her, and now whoever that was is beyond saving and the forest is in danger.

She turned to the crowd behind her and approached the closest person. [color=a980d6]"This was done to get a' me. Blame me as much as ya like, but I'm bloody leavin'. You'll be safe again when I'm gone,"[/color] she said. [color=a980d6][i]Probably[/i][/color], she thought.

She left for Roshmi that morning.
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[i]In Roshmi City...[/i]

Nabarra arrived in Roshmi just shy of mid-morning after a night of walking. The sun beat beat down, warm and clear on the rooftops and streets. It wasn't long before Nabarra began sweating - there was never heat like this on Daka and she hadn't yet acclimatised. The bustling streets only made this worse as people brushed up against one another and mutual heat built. Not just that, but they were too close for comfort and Nabarra was getting jittery, her heart was racing, pumping hot blood faster, making her flustered, making her irritated. This was all only exacerbated by the glares. The knowledge that, at any second, the crowd may decide that she's the one behind all this and take justice into their own hands.

After mere minutes of this she couldn't stand it any longer. She pushed through the crowd to make a beeline for the closest open space, a small alley coming off a community garden which led to a greenhouse. Someone was inside, but one person is better than... that crowd. She walked down the alley and slumped against a wall. Her head was thumping as she held it in her hands. [color=a980d6][i]Fucksake I need a hat[/i][/color] is all she could think.

She stayed in this position until the sound of a door latch startled her from her stupor. Who she previously assumed was the gardener had stepped out of the greenhouse. He was armed. Gardeners aren't usually armed. He was also a light elf, not a demihuman. [color=a980d6][i]Well, they do have a thing with plants, don't they?[/i][/color] she thought. Maybe he was a gardener?

[color=a980d6]"Hullo. Wot's with them weapons? The plants extra vicious 'ere or somethin'?"[/color]

There was a slight smile on her face. She clearly thought she was being funny.