Name: Evonee<br/>Race: Goblin<br/>Class: Shaman<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Level: 75<br/><br/>The farm already claimed for the horde forces, lil Evonee strode along from the rather run down building the forsaken had staged this attack from, right onto the ground of yet another run down building, shack being a more fair assesment of what it actually was. The labourers already out and about, tilling, farming. all that sort of stuff, not that Evonee paid much attention, she just strode along on foot, forgetting both her trike and her travel form. Bright aqua hair covering one wide eye, the other glimering in the bright daylight, partially yellowed around her iris, bright green skin revealed to all with the absence of any helm. Her small body clad in thick, decorative mail, save for her tummy that remained uncovered, the soft flesh so easy to puncture should thier weapons find it. Her skirt clung to her legs as she strode right beneath the flag, placing one small, mechanical device beside it. The clicks and whirls of the goblin tech causing her to smile slightly, dirt and debris showering above and beneath the device as it drilled slightly into the earth, an aura of constriction felt slightly by anyone around it, though only of any consequence to her enemies. Brandishing her twin maces, a quick spell to each causing a mote of fire and air to circle and whisp around them, adding the elements to her weapons, eyes turning towards the field before her. Slowly walking over to hide between some thick, tall grass, a benefit of her races size, perhaps she would be able to catch any attackers by surprise.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>