Bandit Slayer Sera, Level 6 Common Elve Fighter
That Elven bitch has killed nearly ALL the bandits,
the Guildmaster thought, trying his best not to show the annoyance he felt on his face. The Guild Hall was full, after all, and he couldn't let any of them begin to suspect how he felt about its female members.
She's taking every damn mission to kill bandits and clearing them out. These adventurers had scoffed at first when she arrived. They'd heard of 'Bandit Slayer Sera' but were not impressed by the small, pretty Elve claiming to be her. She'd long ago killed enough bandits on her own for them to start using the name. It's sickening the way they've fallen under her spell. Just look at her over there, a simple level six fighter being fawned over by parties with members ranked more than twice her level.
He watched the attractive, slender Elven woman jump up onto a table, her beautiful dusty blond hair flying dramatically through the air as she pantomimed thrusting a sword into someone then spinning around and pretending to be the person she'd impaled. A moment later she fell to the table with a theatric thud.
The crowd gathered around her erupted into cheers, laughing and raising their mugs of ale and glasses of wine. "To Bandit Slayer Sera!"
"The mightiest bandit slayer this land has ever seen," someone shouted, the crowd agreeing with them.
A gruff Dwarven Fighter known for his open hostility to all things Elven raised his mug and proclaimed, "And she does it all on her own, no party for this lass."
"Well, I don't
NEED
anyone else," Sera declared as she got off the table. "Not when one is as skilled as I am." The crowd of adventurers murmured agreement. With as many quests as she'd completed alone, her skill was undeniable.
She's charming,
the Guildmaster thought as he watched her.
Too damn charming. Can't they see the way the ego-inflated bitch is only giving them what they want so they'll adore her? She's using them to build the legend of 'Bandit Slayer Sera' for a reason, they are just too enchanted to see or care about it.
"And one of the most attractive women this old adventurer has ever seen," an older Wizard proclaimed drunkenly.
The crowd cheered loudest to that, a Bard stepping forward and beginning to sing a song about Sera's "deadly" beauty. It was full of innuendo and sly metaphors about how fuckable the beautiful and fierce Elven Fighter was.
It sickens me the way all those men, and even some of the women, fawn over that bitch's beauty,
the Guildmaster thought as he watched.
They'd still be impressed with her accomplishments if she wasn't so pretty, but they wouldn't fuss over her the way they do. And the fact she's never so much as acknowledged any of their advances, like sexual desire isn't something she can see, only drives them all the wilder.
The Guildmaster knew that an Elve, and a Common Elve like her with her diluted Elven blood, seeming to be unaware of their beauty and oblivious to all things sexual wasn't a rarity. Elves tended to view sexuality differently than most races, ignoring and even suppressing that aspect of themselves to pursue "greater" interests.
They all know that, but they look at the way she dresses and think she's not one of THOSE Elves. Those tight leather pants, the sexy top that leaves those perfectly shaped little Elven tits pressed up and on display. The saucy way she moves her hips when she walks, drawing attention to that perfectly shaped callipygian Elven ass on that thin, fit body. It looks like she's TRYING to drive them crazy, like she wants the sexual attention.
At first the Guildmaster had thought they were right about Sera. When one watched her it seemed as though she was one of those vilest of women that used their beauty and the implied, but never actually spoken, promise of sex to get not just attention but any little thing the manipulative bitches wanted. Acting like they'd put out like a whore but keeping their twat locked tighter than Dwarven miser's treasure vault.
The Guildmaster knew now that he was wrong. He'd done some digging into the Elve's history, used a mix of coin and free booze to loosen the lips of people who knew about her past. Some were locals she'd grown close to and shared pieces of her history. Others were travelers, bringing the growing legend of Bandt Slayer Sera's exploits with them. The story he'd eventually pieced together did much to explain who and why Sera was the woman she was.
She'd spent most of her life in an Elven city, one where Elves tried to keep their society separate from those of the other races. From birth the Elves around her had always treated her differently, treated her as less than they were. The reason why they did so was something she'd known from a very young age: her Elven blood was diluted heavily with Human blood.
The pure-blooded High Elves of her home barely tolerated a Common Elve living amongst them. She saw others like her forced out of the community multiple times but as much as she was treated like a second-class citizen there was never anything that would suggest they would ever force her in that way, no matter what wrong she might commit. They seemed determined to keep her amongst them, doing so out of great obligation she'd not understood.
When she'd discovered the reason it had changed her.
She'd always assumed her mother had somehow fallen in love with a lowly Human and hated her for the weakness. It had left them estranged and she'd only interacted with the woman a handful of times once she was an adult and living on her own. Sera was ashamed of what she was and ashamed of her mother's weakness. Her mother HAD been weak, but not in the way she'd thought.
The truth was
much
darker than what she'd imagined. Her mother, having decided to leave their home and travel the world as an adventurer to bring good to it, had been captured by Human bandits who had forced themselves upon her. Whether she'd escaped or been rescued Sera had never found out, she only knew her mother had returned to their homeland, pregnant with her. Everyone in the community pitied her mother, but the pity felt for her was nothing compared to what they felt for Sera.
After discovering the truth Sera had been filled with righteous anger. She decided to leave her community to point the anger away from her people and at something she felt more worthy of her wrath: bandits. But all in her life told her not to do it, even refusing to help train her. That had only angered her more and she'd proclaimed she'd leave her people behind and find training as she began her one-woman war against all bandits.
Her mother had come to her just before leaving. She'd begged Sera to stay, that she was too much like her and not strong enough for what was out there. She told Sera she would not find the peace she searched for out there with hatred and anger in her heart. That the only thing she would find was a fate worse than the one she'd met while out in the "outside" world.
Even more disgusted, Sera had left her mother behind. Her final words to the woman were a declaration that she wasn't and would never be anything like her. Once away from her people she'd learned swordcraft by becoming an adventurer. Once she had some skill she'd joined the Adventurers' Guild and began taking only quests to slay bandits.
At first overly cautious and only working with others for safety. but Sera quickly discovered she was a naturally skilled swordswoman, her diluted Elven blood helping her move with quick ease and grace that caught even seasoned fighters off guard. She'd taken advantage of her natural talents, learning how to fight fast and smart, using her speed and agility in place of the brute strength most Fighters relied on.
She crafted an appearance that made opponents underestimate her. She wore no armor and kept little gear with her, not even wearing a traveling pack when adventuring. A bandit spotting her walking down a secluded road would see her and think she was at best a naive and near-helpless level one fighter.
It was all a ruse, a ploy she knew would draw bandits out. She'd trick them into thinking she was easy prey, a target so weak they'd not even bother ambushing her. And that sexy body on display would ensure they wanted to take her alive so they could do to her what they'd done to her mother. Then, once they were in close and distracted by her sexy body, she'd strike.
By the time word of what the simple, sexy-looking Elven traveler was capable of could spread few bandits would be left in the area. Then she'd move on, heading to a new land where she was unknown to the local bandits and begin again.
And she's almost ready to move on. Just one bandit crew left in the area, one last quest she needs to complete. My last chance to rid the world of this female adventurer before she's out of my reach.
He'd have hated Sera even if she wasn't a woman. Killing
ALL
the bandits in an area was not as admirable of a task as most thought. The quests to hunt them down was a mainstay of the Guild of Adventurers, a good low-level challenge that helped lower-level parties, who had not yet mastered the kind of magic needed to take on greater threats, to gain experience against a more mundane threat.
If Sera had been a man killing so many bandits he'd hated her, but he'd have had no desire to see her career come to an end. But as a woman? Her very existence as an adventurer was an affront to everything he thought decent and proper.
The Guildmaster had been plotting for weeks for a way to deal with the woman. Her fame and experience made it so sending her off on a quest she was too low level for nearly impossible, at least that's what he'd thought. Then he'd realized how limited her experience was. That was something he could use.
