Near the town of Macula, an orc fleeing the scene of a lost battle spies a young woman in a red cloak riding into town. Surprising the steed and rider the horse bucks and the rider falls to the ground. Unveiling her hood, the rider is reveiled to be a brown-eyed brunette about 5'8" in height. On her hands a pair of dark-brown leather gloves, given to her by a unique individual whom she only remembered from her youth. Picking herself up from the ground she sees the Orc readying to charge at her with a longspear. Dodging quickly, she grabs the spear breaking the blade off with her gloved hands and throws the Orc to the ground. The Orc, angry and surprised that the human was still alive, (and probably still mad that he and his fellow Orcs failed in taking over the town.) "Now me mad, girl! *snort*" the Orc grunted as he lunged at the young woman. She then picks up the Orc with one hand. "My name isn't 'girl,' you pig!" the traveler said as she tosses him against a tree thirty feet away.
"You can call me Abby, Abigail Christian. I mean, you could, if you weren't knocked out, Oh well." she remarked looking at the now-unconscious orc laying at the base of the tree, "I guess I don't know my own strength these days." Abby then dusted herself off, remounted her steed and continued into the town, looking for the 'newcomers' rumored to be in the area. She had heard that were supposedly individuals with powers much like her own. If nothing else Macula would be just a stop on her way to where she heard they were staying at, the capital city of Yarfell.
