A Draconic Elf

POV Young Arrogant Master:

A large town sprawled across the valley. The streets were empty, with flames burning all around the town, the haze of smoke and the smell of death drifting through the streets.

"Dammit, what are these cowardly NPCs doing? Why are they dropping their weapons." A player in richly decorated plate armour forged out of unknown, slightly glowing metal funned in anger.

The soldiers kept ignoring him, running around him in panic and fear.

'How dare they ignore me !'

A group of players with whacky body add-ons like tails, horns and wings stood in the middle of the street, surrounding the richly dressed player.

The clanging was resounding all around them as the human soldiers ran down the streets, dropping their weapons, their eyes distorted in fear.

Corpses in black were sprawled around them, blood slowly forming a small river moving down the street.

"Shitty NPCs, as always, we players have to do everything for them..."