Monique

*Settlesborough is a coastal town with a largely human population with the occassional elf among its people. A harvest festival has commenced and revelry and merriment are underway. As the sun begins to set a bright flash of light explodes un the central square. Monique steps out of the portal with several orcs in tow behind her.* "Surrender or I will bathe in your blood!" *She scowls at the festival attendees preparing to attack*

*the first orc stabs me and I die*

*The rest of the orcs look around as they see you fall dead on the ground. They quickly begin to loot the bodies of the other humans as Monique walks towards you. She looks at your lifeless body and kneels down next to it.*

but WE didn't do anything. Other humans did.

"And do you think that matters? The actions of one person reflect on their entire race. You cannot separate yourself from the rest of your kind. That is the truth of this world."

*rolls eyes* okay. now I'm convinced that you absolutely ARE prejudiced

the only nerve here is you claiming this as your territory. *he says in a calm voice, his red eyes staring into her soul*

*She scoffs* I see you are not afraid to speak your mind. This land is of the orcs and we have claimed it as such. The weak should learn to accept their fate.

*he grins* you're very arrogant.