Grisella [Warhammer]
"What is that hanging around your neck?"
The bright wizard she had hunted with for the last days had a curious look in his grey eyes as he leaned forward to catch a closer look at the small amulet hanging from a leather cord. Instinctively she moved a bit further away, reflexes saying that living things moving in closer meant danger and best avoided.
"This you mean?"
Her fingers automatically moved up to touch it and tuck it in underneath the collar of the leather jerkin where it usually rested. He nodded and she couldn't help but notice the disappointed look as the object vanished from sight.
"It is not as if it is something magical wizard. Just a small charm my father gave to me before I left home."
Her voice was purposely light and with a hint of laughter hidden in it. A mere human would never understand the hidden meaning of elven runes. How that rune of Ahrain held special meaning to her - not only as it was part of her given name - but also as it offered the aid of Loec, something she more than once had been thankful for during the centuries of wandering.
Her name yes, she lost herself in thought and could almost hear the voice of her father when she wandered off the first time, shortly after receiving the amulet, bow and sword he had presented her with.
"Never forget your name my daughter - Ulgu'Ahrain - literally Grey Shadow in the tongues understood by the lesser races. You were named not only for your appearance but for the path you will wander like all of us - protector, traveller, hunter. Even your own kind will shy away from you as they say our path brings us dangerously close to our fallen brethren and their mindless devotion to Khaine."
He had paused to mutter a few curses under his breath before continuing with his right arm outstretched and pointing towards the bleak landscape of the Shadowlands, the voice filled with bitterness and a fiery edge.
"Never forget what they and the traitor Malekith did to us and our land. My own grandfather amongst them, traitor and coward like them all. Show them no mercy if they pass you in your travels, they will show you none. Maybe with the Gods willing you will be the one driving Nagarythe steel through the traitor's heart, putting him to his final rest and avenging us all."
Her name yes, she had found most humans, even the wizards with some basic knowledge of Eltharin through their incantations, could not come even close to pronouncing it, let alone remember. The dwarves were even further away from mastering it and gave up before even trying. Just listening to their language gave her ears a hard time as it was so different from the fluidity of her own.
For simplicity's sake one of the now slain witch hunters she had spent several months with had taken to calling her Grisella - 'the greyhaired' - for obvious reasons. The name had stuck with her since and what was she used most of the time now when not around other elves.
She shook off the thoughts and pushed herself up again, they had already spent too much time resting and chatting about subjects not necessary. Her boot kicked some dirt over the fire to put it out as she strapped the slender elven sword to her side and slung the bow over the back.
"Come wizard, Grimmenhagen and New Emskrank are not far off. The servants of Chaos do not rest, neither should we."
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I guess I was close with my assasinating guess somewhat. 
And I should have upgraded my memory to remember you were the SW thread starter in the class forum. 
Originally Posted by Andred
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