Private Arana SilverbraidsRole:
"They're Empire forces Gramps... Can I shoot them? Can I, can I, pleaeaseee?"
Arana was practically jumping up and down in the small hut nestled against a mountain. She had never seen any Empire soldier but she had heard bad things about them. Enough to make her grab her granddad's homemade rifle off the rack and load it up.
"Quiet my child. You have to be subtle in delicate situations. We don't know how many they are, maybe th..."
"I can have them all! All of them! I will shoot them to Anvilmar if I have to!"
Outside a pig squeeled and the old dwarf pulled his granddaughter down with him to hide behind a cupboard. He looked at her and told her again not to shoot but to be quiet.
The young female dwarf was frustrated by her grandfather but she couldn't blame him. For years and years her brethren had isolated themselves from the world. There was war and it was creeping over the land like a slow moving virus, consuming everything it passes. Dwarfhame had not been reached yet and the snow dwarves had no reason to fear the war. There was nothing of interest for anybody nearby. At least that is what they believed. This Empire scouting party though seemed to suggest they had been wrong.
The rickety door of the hut was kicked in and three individuals stepped inside. Arana's heart was pounding in her throat. She was a well trained fighter but as her father, who had trained her well, had always told her, she lacked experience and patience. Nailbiting and moving from left to right, she sat next to her grandfather, trying to be as quiet as she could.
When the people inside the hut began tearing the place apart, the old dwarf stood up and got the attention. Arana had a hard time understanding the heavy accents but they spoke about wetznite and blueprints and then there was choas and noise. Her grandfather flew through the air and landed next to Arana. He groaned and moaned but was still alive.
"NOW can I shoot them?!"
Without waiting for the nod, Arana leapt up from behind the cupboard, pulled the trigger and landed next to her hammer. By the time the brain matter had landed on the table, Arana had taken her hammer and swung it at the next person. Before he had even realized his Empire brother's brain was scattered all across the small hut, his own teeth and fragments of jaw adorned the walls as well as the solid hammer shattered his face. Arana got another shot out at the third person waiting at the door but it missed.
There was a soft *twock* and the sound of an object piercing through air. Arana reloaded the boomstick with two more rounds and jumped to the door, almost too agile for a dwarf and fired two shots at the running shadow. Whether or not she hit, she didn't know. She wanted to pursue but the coughing of her granddad made her stop. The old dwarf was bleeding from a puncture in his chest. In his right hand he held the arrow that had struck him.
Word of her heroic deed went like wildfire and after having shown her skills to some authority guys, Arana was recruited for the Valkyries, armed with her grandfathers boomstick and the hammer that shattered an Empire's face.Personality:
Despite her height impairment, Rana is brave and fearless in battle. With her trusty double short barreled boomstick and a slightly oversized battle hammer on her back, she might look like a comedy character but she knows how to wield both of them with deadly force. She is never afraid to give her opinion, even without being asked. Despite her slightly awkward social skills and slightly loud appearance, Rana is friendly and open and always there for her friends. In the field and on the ground, she can be a great motivator for the team.