#Hatelsia Goldenmane
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Hatelsia, scars and tattoos. She's a gorgeous weapon of a woman.
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"Well, I guess that's alright. And it would be rude if I declined it, so I gladly accept. Oh, yes, my name is Ellin."
"Stjora!" Hatelsia exclaims in Dwarvish (meaning great!) "I'm Hatelsia Goldenmane, tis a pleasure tae meet ya Ellin! Drinks on me! What would ya like?"
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“Oh! WOW! That’s quite some strange power you have there!”
@pinklocksoflove
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Loot Me! For Hatelsia if it's ok
You Recieved: Goldenmane Golden Lock
A lock of hair from the clan member Hatelsia. A symbol of trust! Other members of the dwarven clan will surely treat you well with this in hand.
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❤ Party! Hatelsia Goldenmane
She doesn’t seem like a bad person. Pretty friendly by all accounts. Seems confident in a fight and has more information that her. Yuna barely knows her, but that doesn’t mean she can’t get to know her. Why not join the party for now?
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Hatelsia showing off her tattoos
Oh no she's hot
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Art of Hatelisa!
By Pepperfish!
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Hatelsia: six foot three, well endowed chest, broad shoulders, rock hard abs, well defined muscles, striking blue eyes that can either be beautiful or utterly terrify depending on how she looks at you
she ain't no damsel in distress. She is the distress.
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Hatelsia has a crazed look in her eye. She runs her axe's blade along her thumb, drawing blood. She sticks her bleeding thumb to her mouth licking up her blood.
"Seven against one?" Hatelsia puts her hammer on her belt and flips the gnolls grouped up and snarling at her. Both sides were itching for a fight.
"Might as well fight with one 'and." She lets out a warcry and charges the gnolls. With uncommon speed she closes the distance. Ducking under a swipe with a crude sword, Hatelsia slashes with her star metal axe cleaving the gnoll's hand clean off. The beast yelps and despite its pain, tackles Hatelsia to the ground. Snapping at her with its jaws trying to go for her neck.
"Ya got spirit! Shame ya are a flea bitten feckstain!" Hatelsia comments slamming her knee into the gnoll's gut followed by a repeated beating with her fist on the gnoll's head, stopping only when she heard a wet crunch and her opponent stopped moving.
Pushing the beast off she retrieves her axes and charges again. Hacking and slashing wildly, her axe separating limbs and and heads alike leaving a bloody trail of bodies. Now drenched in blood she cracks her neck waiting for the next opponent but to her annoyance the remaining two gnolls of the seven fled.
"Bloody cowards." The blonde spits on the ground. Shaking her hand that's now bruised and starting to swell from the skull smashing earlier.
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"Aw'rite... South City is tae tha north, North City is tae tha west an' East City is... also tae tha north." Hatelsia sighs and grumbles.
"Where in tha absolute fuck am I?"
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Been thinking a lot about how my muses would do in a horror game/movie situation
Take Hatelsia for example, she's bold, confident and honestly reckless but she's far from stupid.
She's very direct rather than avoid a threat she fights.
Say she were in a large haunted building, she comes across a set of mannequins that seem to move when she's not looking at them.
Instead of constantly worrying about them and always keeping an eye on them she'll do one of three things. Destroy them with a weapon, chuck them out the nearest window or place them in a spot that's incredibly hard for them to move from, like surrounded by heavy furniture or perhaps tie them down to said furniture.
While she's often very direct in her approach sometimes thinking outside the box to fuck with whatever is try to harm her is the best way to go.
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Hatelsia, having just knocked a criminal lieutenant on his back then firmly places the heel of her boot on his balls
“Alright ya fuckin’ dirtbag. Start talkin! Who is yer boss?!”
The thug screams. "How am I supposed to talk with your boot on my balls?"
Hatelsia chuckles and replies. “Well how ‘bout I push against tha wall and really lean inta it? That’ll get ya talkin!” the thug screams again
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"Ever played Bloodbowl? Quite tha sport, nothin' like knockin' out yer opponent's teeth while tha crowd roars. Downin' a player twice yer size with only yer fists and will." Hatelsia smirks and rubs her bandaged knuckles. She was bruised up but cheerful.
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"Ack, that troll was a right fuckin' bawbag wasn't 'e? Even fer a troll! Shoulda seen tha look on 'is face when I chopped 'is bloody head off! Priceless!"
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"Tha myths tell that one cannot take tha horn of a minotaur. Well they were fuckin' full o' shite! I got a horn right 'ere! Trick is tae break it free from tha skull! Quite a trophy aye?"
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Hatelsia swears in Dwarvish. She's hobbled all the way back to the nearest town. She's covered in cuts that have been hastily bandaged and soaked in alcohol. She's covered in now dried blood and grime. Arms are numb from battle and she REALLY needs a drink.
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