Out of Character:
Testing level six Ashla out. Open to one opponent!
Rain drops fell onto the bleak, rubbish ground of a ruined castle. Thunder roared above as a single person shielded herself in only a shawl and a scarf. She sighed and pulled her scarf off her head, allowing the rain to pile on top her thick, black hair. Goosebumps flooding over her skin, she closed her blue eyes for a long moment
Her clothes were soaked already. A black shirt with a dark blue front, a black pair of sweatpants, and a navy shawl that hid an oak shield and twin, iron butterfly swords. The weapons on her belt were easily noticeable. A steel longsword, a longknife between the sizes of a dirk and a shortsword, and a handheld crossbow all lingered on her belt. The other weapon strapped to her side was a damascus broadsword with a spiked pole hidden in the hilt. A small, steel dagger was inside the hilt of a small belt strapped across one of her legs.
She has some armor her and there. A sleeves, steel chainmail shirt was hidden between her black and blue shirt and her black undershirt. She had steel shoulder plates as well, and steel greaves on her legs.
As her boots made a squeaking sound in water of this downpour, she opened her eyes and gazed out to the moonless night. She reflected emotionlessly, "It's raining, it's pouring. The old man is mourning..."
She sighed as she looked around. It was like an old, Elvish fortress destroyed during the Corpse War. However, not a single remaining skeleton existed here. The girl pushed her thousand pound hair behind her pointed ears, revealing that she herself had some high elf blood. Recently, she'd spent a lot of time in Raiaera...
As she walked across the almost archaic ruined bridge, she clenched her gauntlet covered fists. The girl lowered her head in the pouring rain and stopped right at an archway that ended the bridge that would lead to a long abandoned courtyard, all stone and dead plant.
The girl lifted her head. It was very dark, but it was still very possible to see at the least. She blinked the rainwater out of her eyes and removed her shawl revealing her buckler and butterfly swords on her back. Her arm warmers werr doing little for her aside hiding the self afflicted scars on her right wrist, yet she kept them on for that exact reason. She pulled her drenched hand up to help clear the water from her eyes, but did just the opposite.
As she blinked rapidly, she sputtered, "I deal with snow and sand, not- pfft! - this stuff... Somebody's bawling up there."