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Name- Nariel Silverleaf
Age- 18
Gender- Female
Race- Night Elf
Class(if any)- Druid
professions(if any)- Alchemist and Herbalist
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no head dress or armor. A simple red shirt and pants, no shoes.
Other- She was captured by a raiding party and has been enterrogated since then and tortured.

Nariel blinked slowly, things coming into focus with ever long second. Eventuall she was able to make out her troll captor. He was dragging her by her bound wrists. The sound of her body from the waist down dragging in the dirt came next, and then the Troll's horrible smell. She scrunched her nose and wriggled alittle, trying to get her feet under her. The troll just jerked her and laughed. Her senses fully restored she looked around fully, her bright silver-blue eyes scanning where she was. It was in some orc/troll camp from what she could tell from the smell. Another quick glance told her no one was around. She clenched her white teeth and pulled hard, sliding her feet under her and ripping her hands from the troll's hand. He stared stupid for a moment, and that was all she needed, she jumped at him, wrapping her legs around him and clawing at his face with her nails, being very careful of his tusks. He roared and grabbed at her neck. She growled and moved back, biting down hard on the web between his finger and thumb. He howld and pulled away. She pushed off him and spat out flesh and blood, then turned. She ran then, down the path, only to run into a Blood Elf Death Knight. He grabbed her and laughed, moving her green hair from her face. "My my aren't you a feisty one, after all these months." He said, wrapping an arm around her waist and tracing her green marks, that stood out against her blue skin. She squirmed, biting at him too. He grabbed her neck and pushed her head back. "That's alrught though, cuz I like my women feisty." He laughed. She spat in his face and he pushed her back to the Troll. "Take her to the auction now, and go get cleaned up." He ordered, then stalked off. The troll knocked her out.

She sat on the platform, staring at all the people, daring them to bid for her, to get her. She smirked to herself, she'd be one hell of a slave if they did. and not one for very long either. She sighed and blew a strand of green hair from her face, scanning the crowd.

She looked up at who'd just bid on her. She sighed. Did Death Knights seem to be attracted to her or something? This had to be the third death knight that's recognized her, and that was saying something for someone like her. The Orc took the money and pushed her forward none to gently. She spun around and spit on him. "Don't touch me you nasty pig." She cursed.

Nariel moved away from him and sighed leaning her weight on her right leg. She picked at her nails, looking around.

She glared at him and slipped her slender fingers through her collar, trying to loosen it up. She was busy with that while she thought about what he'd just said. Through out the six months she had picked up the diff horde lanuages, but she still had to think about what they said before she answer, and how she would reply. "Nariel." She said eventually.

Nariel cringed at his touch and stepped away. She glared at him. "Maybe I should've let those others take me." She said, nearly hissing at him. Her magic itched at her fingers and mind. But the potion was still in effect. AShe cursed her previous captors.

Nariel sat there, stiff and quiet, still pushing for her powers, annoyed that they were so close, but she couldn't reach them.