A Grave Mistake [ARCHIVED]

The jungle.  Pheh, more like a glorified forest.  What was even interesting about this place anyway?  Monsters?  They died to easily.  Animals?  The dangerous ones are small and slippery, making them more annoying than exciting.  With a sigh, Aeltril resigned herself to her fate.  Who was Aeltril?  Aeltril the Avenger.  Aeltril the Hero.  Aeltril the Villain.  No, she was an incredibly bored Dark Elf.  Why was she bored?  It was practically a medical condition at this point.  She had traveled to the jungle hearing these places were usually dangerous, but aside from waking up next to a venomous Koala bug, which while adorable is still a venous bug that happens to look like a tiny koala bear, nothing had really happened.  There wasn't too much excitement in a small bug trying to poison her.  I mean it gave her a momentary rush, but within 10 minutes it'd be gone.  Aeltril packed up her small makeshift camp.  She had a magical bag given to her by a human she had rescued in a, failed mind you, attempt to have a bit of fun.  She stored up her food, a rather large tent, fire making supplies, torches, and some other standard equipment for adventuring.  She was also quite wealthy, she could probably purchase an expensive home and BRIBE people not to disturb her if she wanted.  Her quest to alleviate boredom ends well quite often financially.  One time a slaver tried to enslave her, George von Snoot, and she gutted him and found a sizable amount of funds on him.  Sometimes she accidentally kills bounties and gets the reward.  Sometimes she just gets rewarded for helping people.  Actually, she got some of her adventuring gear off a traveler who had a bunch of it on his corpse, along with some silver.  Sometimes she tried to earn the money so she could get what she pleased.

Once she finally finished disassembling her camp, she decided it was time to move onto equally brown pastures.  After all, what fun could she possibly fail to find there that she hasn't failed to find already?  Strapping her sword to her hip so she wouldn't have to keep it in her hand.  She began to travel.  Maybe Cieria?  She heard that place was hell on earth.  Sounds less abysmal.  She began her travels, but quickly saw an animal.  Food.  She promptly killed it, set up a fire, cooked it, ate it, and then moved on.  Funny thing was it was twice her size, quite the appetite the "young" elf had.  She cleaned the blade and continued on her way before she heard something.  It sounded like a struggle.  Ugh, great more disappointment!  Still she was gonna be more bored walking, so she ran over to where she heard the noise and she saw...wait is she seeing right?  A black trees tump was assaulting...another dark elf?  She hadn't seen another dark elf since she left her clan.  Huh weird, interesting, actually a change of pace.  Somehow Aeltril liked the odds, for once.  So...first priority, kill the tree.  "This place would actually be more interesting if every tree was one of these things."  Aeltril dropped her bag and pulled out her sword, a beautiful white sword with a very menacing looking hilt.  She should probably help the poor girl first and foremost.  She had few morals, but she wasn't a dick.  Rushing forward, she slashed the root that held the girl, forcing it to go limp, and leaving the girl free to build distance.

The beast didn't take long to try and whip it's tentacle-like roots at Aeltril.  Skillfully, and artfully, she dodged all but one of them, receiving a slight cut in the process.  She gave it a look that shouted "ya done?" before it wrapped one of the roots around her free arm.  She had only a small cut, so she didn't have much of a boost.  Still as it tried to pull her to the ground she didn't budge, and quickly chopped off that root too.  This thing wasn't doing much for her, so she was pretty much done with it.  She raised up her sword, and charged it.  In a flurry of artful, precise, and very powerful strikes found the gel coating of the stump being lacerated.  The beast reeled back and tried to escape, but Aeltril would have none of it.  She chopped off all the roots it used for motion, before slashing again and again and again.  The thing was eventually so shredded and dead, most of what was left was the stump it had possessed.  "That settles that."  She said as she returned her blade to her hip, looking at the cut in her arm and muttering in elven.  The girl she saved, if she did indeed know elven, wouldn't be able to make out what she said though.  It was just a mutter of annoyance anyway.  The beautiful dark elf turned to...this girl was a slave.  She already saw one of Pierre the Mustache's collars.  She liked Pierre's mustache, so she didn't try to kill him when he encountered her.  Actually, she almost considered getting a slave from him once.  Still, she knew she'd end up trying to make the slave happy with no guarantee she'd end up happy as a result so she told him she might be interested some other time.  "You okay?  Pierre the mustache probably put you through worse, but what do I know.  Bleeding anywhere?"  She didn't even bother with proper introductions, she just knew what she was dealing with.  Again, she wasn't a dick, so she would help this girl if she was seriously injured or something.  Besides...she was curious.