Anariel finally finds her hated enemy
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Anariel, the wood elf from the far southern great vale - hears of reports finally of what she calls <e>kin destroyers - and she will tell tales of huge herds of armoured destroyer like creatures wiping out welll defended settlements back home in the great vale.
As soon as she hears reports of the saurus, her utterly hated enemy she tears out of the gate heading east wiping out a few handfuls of smaller saurus and a few of the leaders. Returning alone sometimes and once accompanied by 5 folk from the legion, lizard blood splashed over her green glowing axe and her simple banded mail. She hangs a completely rent set of lizard chainmail over the sign on the gate and tells her stories about Saurus eating the children of elf kin and woodsmen from here to the great vale.
<e>Saurus great enemy, they not of peace, they just feed… Must all kill else want town lost. When see saurus walk in open and not hide in cave, they come... they came before in far south. Not again... Not again..
Amid her glaring and angry tales in elven is broken names of the town of norwick, and only one other word.. "Temp-us".
Strapping her wounds up she collapses in a heap stuffing food into her mouth before tiredly gripping her battleaxe again its razor sharp edge flickering with green light which mirrors her emerald glaring angry eyes.
The gate opens again with a bang and she strides out..<e>they must all die... she mutters
After some time, there are over a dozen saurus heads mounted on spears among the trees and on the approaches to town. She comes back to town one day smiling that the hawks have had a fine meal on the entrails of one saurus Kull gutted and left hanging on a tree. She is heard to say the word "Leg-on" with a smile in recent days.</e></e></e>
