A fearful presence walked outside the village of Estolad. Much had befallen this village within the last stretch of time; massacres, murders, and don’t forget the fatal bar fights. A woman, unknown to ninety-nine percent of Arda’s populace strode across a small dirt path. There seemed to be a chilly aura surrounding her; and everything in her path seemed gloomy and sad. Her violet-hued eyes reflected death and despair, and a small Tanto-style dagger lay sheathed in a small scabbard on her left leg. As she neared the villages, even the crickets seemed to stop chirping to wait and see what would happen. Her name was Violet Asehrn, and she was a warrior. Her sleek hair shined and glimmered brilliantly in the moon’s soft light, while two tattoos adorned below her eyes seemed mysterious and added to her deadly yet beautiful appearance. An emotionless gaze was brandished from her face, seemingly staring directly into a guard that was posted outside of the village. She paused momentarily to look up into the skies, watching charcoal-black clouds loom translucently overhead, rolling cautiously eastwards. There was a light sprinkle drizzling down from the gargantuan clouds, softly patting atop her head and shoulders.

As she began to move again, her skin began to somewhat ‘glow’ ominously in the moonlight, turning from its normal light complexion to a pale shade, while the chilly aura began to actually take on a physical form, in the place of the light refracting off of her skin. Asehrn had no real reason to visit the village of Estolad, but had decided to because she rather enjoyed a night at the Kaima Inn, and was usually rewarded with a bar fight, that almost always just consisted of her and a suitor that had been trying to ‘woo’ her, which she absolutely hated. The Archdemon kept her heavy stride forwards until she soon reached the guard, which had taken it upon himself to inspect her and ask her about her motives. In a spine-chilling tone, she muttered out just loud enough for him to hear, “If you had a brain in that drunk head of yours, you would get out of my way…” Her left hand cautiously moved down to her left leg, while her digits danced atop the tanto’s small hilt, just waiting to pull it out and gut him. He looked back at her and said foolishly, “And why would that be?” That was it. Asehrn did not want to deal with this tonight, but it was obvious she would have to teach him a lesson in listening.

Her dancing digits abruptly grasped the tanto’s hilt, and unsheathed it in a quiet manner. Before the guard could move a muscle, Asehrn flipped her grip on the tanto so that the blade was pointed down, instead of up, and pressed it against the left of his chest. Without lowering the keen blade, she leapt to the right swiftly, dragging her dagger across his stomach and unsheathing the first layer of blood that sprayed onto the mud-soaked ground beneath him. His bloodcurdling scream bleached the dark night red, as a singular blackbird flew away from mayhem and violence, as if he or she knew what happened, and what will come. As he dropped to his knees, wailing his eyes out in anguish and clutching foolishly at his stomach, Aserhn could not help but laugh. Her cackle was deep, maniacal and bone-chilling, cold and frightful, all at the same time. She turned half-heartedly back to the guard, who was still crying in a very-high pitched voice for a male of his age. Soon, she grew tired of his agony and slid the blade to her right hand, while it dropped down to her side as she walked up behind him.

Aserhn dropped down into a crouch, poked him in the back with the dagger, and spoke in a quiet manor. “You should have listened to my warning, eh? I’ll make it painless…” With that, she plunged the dagger forwards, the sharp blade easily breaking through his flesh while his back arched in misery and martyrdom. More crimson blood coated her dagger as she twisted and curved it in, further and further, loving every last second of it. With a swift motion, she withdrew the crimson blade and wiped it on the dead corpse, while beginning her walk to the Kaima Inn. She hadn’t even reached her desired destination yet, and she had already killed someone. So much for ‘laying low’, she thought. She looked around to make sure that no one had seen what happened, and if they did, they had already fled away, scared silly from the might of the Archdemon. Soon enough, the beating, relentless rain had begin to subside, but then came back with a renewed ferocity.

Despite the thunderous downpour, Asehrn kept ambling on quietly, seemingly tuning out everything else around her; which was one of the things that made her different then most other people, other then the fact that she was actually a spawn of darkness. After a few minutes of her boots sloshing in the mud that was antecedently solid turf, she reached the small tavern / pub. She walked in with her hands swinging gently at her sides, and attracted more attention then she had hoped for. Almost always there were drunks who were brave enough to walk up and confront her, but never anything like this. Never in my thirty-one years of life have I caused this much distraction… No one had better confront me tonight, I am not in the mood… she thought dimly as she began walking towards a table in the back that barely had any light fixtures whatsoever. A sober man with a scruffy beard and ragged clothes had been the first to confront her first, saying in a heavy accent, “Hey there, good looking. Hows about I buys yous a drink, eh?” In her low, ominous voice she said to him, “Back… off…” A quick punch to his stomach that most didn’t notice sent him packing.

As she sat down in a weak, wooden chair, began to take observations of the people around her. A few tables away sat a man cloaked in black, staring menacingly at her, while a table ahead of her sat three old drunkards, laughing, hiccupping, and ‘sneaking peeks’ at her in a crude fashion. Before long, the young waitress had came to wait on her and asked in a shrill, young voice, “What can I get you, miss?” Without bothering to look up, she clearly muttered that she wanted some Ale in a tankard. She leaned back in her chair and closed her violet eyes as she ran her fingers through her hair, emptying rainwater onto the flooring of the Kaima Inn, while the young waitress came back with Asehrn’s mug of ale. The cold liquid poured bleakly down her throat, leaving a pleasant taste in her mouth that she had come to yearn. With that, she leaned back once again and waited to see what the night would behold for her…

(OOC: Not as good as I had hoped for, but it'll do for now.)