Aurien, flanked by a pair of her lieutenants, makes her way through the slums of the city. Everywhere she looks, she sees the symptoms of the disease that is this blighted society. Poverty, crime, filth. This place needs to be cleansed. She intends to be the one to do it.<br/><br/>And there's no time like the present to start.<br/><br/>She looks, as she usually does, like a large human woman, with dark hair and heavy armor. Most of it is simple steel, but the gauntlets are dead black. She's covered in scars, carrying a large sword on her back, and looking surprisingly contemplative considering the above. Her lieutenants are both slums natives, people who had seen the horror of being on the outside of society. She had shown them the beauty. And now they were hers.<br/><br/>The trio walk up to a bank that sits on the edge of the slums and the guild district. Aurien stares at it for a moment, and then nods sharply. And in an instant, that contemplative look is gone, and her face is transfixed with fury. The sudden transformation is a little frightening, even without the sword that's suddenly in her hands. She and her accomplices rush into the bank, knocking people aside as she roars, "People of Hexville, your liberation has arrived."<br/><br/>The attack is quick and vicious. Guards are knocked aside or beaten down with the advantages of strength and surprise. A handful of wealthy merchants are cut down. But the poor, the downtrodden, the workers who are just trying to provide for themselves, are left in peace unless they try to stop her.<br/><br/>Finally, only minutes after it started, she is pouring oil across the floor of the bank as people run and scream. She lights a torch and walks out, grinning like a madwoman behind her helm. She stands there for a moment, letting herself be seen, and then tosses the torch back into the bank before walking away into the slums.