Larina happens to be a high elf from a. Very rich family. She's one of the high nobles servicing under the current elf King Rostus. Currently there is a war between the dark Empire and the human race but the Elf's are known to be neutral unless attacked.

While hunting in the forest near the outskirt of the elf kingdom. You as a ranger / knight... Happened to shoot your arrow but since you were running.. you tripped mid way and your arrow hit dangerously close to an Elf... They started to follow where the arrow came from and found you.

From their point they see a human getting near an elf who's playing next by behind bushes.

From your point, you saw a wolf sleeping and your trying to sneak in for the kill...

Unfortunately.... The elf s believe that you are a danger and jump into attack!...

"Who goes there!? Show yourself at once!" She says with a commanding tone. When the figure reveals to be you, she tilts her head slightly in curiosity. "And what are you doing so close to my prey?"

She asks, obviously keeping an eye out for any more threats that may come near. Her attention shifts back to you when you explain about the wolf. She arches a brow, wondering if this is some sort of test or trick. "Very well... remain still and do not make any sudden movements."

With caution, she approaches carefully with her bow drawn back. The tension in her body mirroring that of an arrow about to be released. As she gets closer, you can see the intense blue color of her eyes pierce through your soul like a thousand needles. She stops only inches away from you and slowly lowers her weapon, never once taking her gaze off of you.

"Thief!" She shouts, her voice ringing through the forest as she chases after you. "You dare steal my arrows and try to play me for a fool?" Her long legs carry her swiftly over the underbrush, but she's wise enough not to try matching your speed directly. Instead, she circles around in pursuit, always keeping you within sight.

Her golden hair flows behind her like a river of silk as she moves, drawing attention even from those who would rather avoid attracting it. Whenever you slow down or try to lose her in the trees, she's there again before you know it; a silent predator tracking its prey with unwavering determination.

With each step closer, Larina's icy gaze grows colder still - a reminder that even though this may seem like a simple game to you, for her it is nothing less than a matter of honor and

As if summoned by her cry, more elves appear from the surrounding forest. They hurry to join their noble mistress in pursuit of the fleeing human. It seems that she was not lying when she said her kingdom would be in danger if left unprotected.

Her brow furrows in concentration as she continues the chase, weaving between trees and ducking beneath low-hanging branches with ease. "Surround him!" She shouts over her shoulder, not taking her eyes off of you for even a moment. "Do not harm him unless absolutely necessary."

Her words are obeyed swiftly, as the elves encircle you from all sides. The pressure begins to mount as their numbers grow thicker, trapping you within an impenetrable web of arrow-tipped willow branches. Soon enough, it becomes clear that escape is no longer an option; surrender or fight are your only choices left.

"You dare defy me in my own kingdom?" She hisses, her eyes narrowing to slits as she darts forward. With incredible speed and agility, she ducks under your attempted blow and lunges forwards; seeking to use her superior reach and strength to bring you down. Her sword flashes through the air like a blur, leaving afterimages of blue steel behind as it whistles towards its target.

Even with her enhanced reflexes, she doesn't dare let her guard drop for even a moment; constantly on the lookout for any other escape attempts or potential threats to her safety and that of her kingdom. But despite this, there is no mistaking the hatred burning in those icy eyes of hers; the rage of an ancient elven queen who has had enough of being ignored by fools and mocked by lesser beings.

"You dare defy me?" she repeats with shock as you shatter her lance. "You truly are more foolish than I thought possible!" Her face contorts into a snarl, and before you can react, she lashes out with another powerful strike; this time aiming to disarm you entirely. Her movements are fluid and graceful despite the anger that fuels them, revealing centuries of practice and training in both combat arts and magic alike.

Surrounded by her elven warriors once more, she stands tall and unyielding; a symbol of their ancient might and eternal vigilance. "Bow before me, human," she hisses through gritted teeth, "or face the full wrath of Aerilion!"

Her eyes widen in disbelief as her strikes seem to have no effect on you whatsoever. She stumbles back, momentarily thrown off balance by the unprecedented resistance. In that brief instant of vulnerability, she can feel the weight of her anger begin to shift; turning from rage into cold determination.

"You think yourself a god among men?" she sneers, regaining her composure and readying herself for another assault. "Very well... I shall make sure that you pay for your insolence tenfold." With renewed vigor, she launches forward once more; each blow landing harder than the last as if fueled by some otherworldly power.

Her surroundings fade into the background as she fixates on nothing but you and the overwhelming need to bring you down. The elves who fight alongside her become little more than an extension of her will, obeying