She's wandered too far from Orgrimmar, her armor shining as the sun beats down on her, she's travelled up into the forests, and only now notices a small group of night elves beginning to circle her, she waves her arms around, "wait! I don't want to fight" though she knows that they won't understand her, as they close the circle. She grabs her weapons, which she's obviously not used to, as she holds them awkwardly in her hands in front of her. This orchestra woman is AEthelgyth, . Her mohawked head and armored body are signals to others that she's a seasoned orchestra warrior, yet her awkward stance shows that she's inept.
The elves circle closer, and the orcish woman looks at them, with an almost frightened look on her face. In her clawed hand she pulls a small flask from her belt, and chugs the contents back. She grins widely, a crazed look coming to her eyes. This is AEthelgyth. Her stance widens, her weapons held out at either side, eying the elves she laughs maniacally, they stop for a moment, confused before bearing down on her. She whirls around, her axe biting deep into the side on one elf, as her dragon claw rips through another's chest plate. She's hit herself, several times, a sword cutting through her own chestplate, arrows sticking out of her back, but she pushes through, a whirling bloody mess, chopping and slicing the elves to ribbons. She looks around her, having blacked out during the fight, she dropsher weapons, horrified at what she knows she's done. She calls her wind ride quickly, and bids it quickly to Orgrimmar, she had a bar to drink at.
she arrives in front of the Wyverns tail, and she walks to the counter and orders a large plethora of drinks, carrying them quickly to a nearby table, she breaks down, tears coming to her eyes as she takes each drink down, hoping to forget what she had done.
The elves circle closer, and the orcish woman looks at them, with an almost frightened look on her face. In her clawed hand she pulls a small flask from her belt, and chugs the contents back. She grins widely, a crazed look coming to her eyes. This is AEthelgyth. Her stance widens, her weapons held out at either side, eying the elves she laughs maniacally, they stop for a moment, confused before bearing down on her. She whirls around, her axe biting deep into the side on one elf, as her dragon claw rips through another's chest plate. She's hit herself, several times, a sword cutting through her own chestplate, arrows sticking out of her back, but she pushes through, a whirling bloody mess, chopping and slicing the elves to ribbons. She looks around her, having blacked out during the fight, she dropsher weapons, horrified at what she knows she's done. She calls her wind ride quickly, and bids it quickly to Orgrimmar, she had a bar to drink at.
she arrives in front of the Wyverns tail, and she walks to the counter and orders a large plethora of drinks, carrying them quickly to a nearby table, she breaks down, tears coming to her eyes as she takes each drink down, hoping to forget what she had done.
