[ WP ] The last surviving member of a once prestigious warrior clan is getting ready to die .

Blue fire raged in her eyes, shining off the meteorite-forged sword of pure black as she charged the field. All around her, the members of the once-great Eagle's Den were being slaughtered by the Orc-hordes of the Enemy. *Fools, * she thought as she struck down her foes with skill not seen this side of the Sea in millennia, *thou art not honed in the skills that make me the bane of dragons! * 
 
 Her sword sang it clove metal and muscle as if it were butter, delighting in the deluge of the Enemy's blood it spilled. Meanwhile, the men and women around her fell to the Enemy's poisoned craft. 
 
 Soon, she of all her companions was left alive. 
 
 `` Come, thou thralls of a craven master!'' the woman taunted from atop a hill. `` See if thy numbers art enough to slay Anordis, the Woman of Fire! I do not fear death!'' 
 
 As the Orcs charged up the hill to meet their foe, the blue fire shone as she rushed her foes and accepted her fate.
