In The Dead Of The Night

"Come on, you filthy dwarf! Can't you forge any faster?!"
Dyvia swiped sweat from her forehead and shot her best glare at the bandit who had nagged at her for almost an hour now. She felt dark pleasure when her glare made the bitch flinch. She would be Dyvia's first victim when she got out of here.
"How about you come and try pounding heavy metal sleep deprived, hmm! I'm sure you'll find it fun! Or if you don't want to you can just shut the fuck up and let me do the job you assholes are forving me to do!"
Dyvia turned back at her work and thankfully the nagging bandit kept quiet. Dyvia was in the middle of making the bandits some new swords. They'd broken a bunch at a raid recently. Well, they would probably keep breaking them because Dyvia was told to recycle the metal and it was weak as shit. Dyvia was hell of a good blacksmith but she was no miracle worker. But who would want to make good swords for stupid bandits that still worshipped those useless gods? So Dyvia also shut up and cooled the current blade in oil. This was the 7th sword, three more to go.
Dyvia had been captured a couple of days earlier when she had camped near the temple. Some bandits had seen her light the fire with magic and they'd captured Dyvia. Dyvia had beaten at least 15 of them but they'd called backup and won with sheer numbers. Cowards. They'd spared Dyvia because one of them knew her name and had heard of her exceptional forging skills. So now Dyvia was stuck forging mediocre, nay, less than mediocre weapons for bandits. Oh, the shame.
Dyvia's forge was just outside the temple's entrance so she was among the first who saw the raiding squad return. Well, heard, because for some reason a male voice was singing among the women that returned. Dyvia was heating metal in her forge and it would take a while because she couldn't use any of her fire magic. Idiotic humans and their idiotic beliefs. So Dyvia leaned against the temple's wall, slid her welding goggles to her forehead and watched how the bandits around the central fire ran to welcome the raiding squad back. She stood where she was and observed the returning bandits. They were ruffled up, some torn clothes and wounds, but nothing too serious. They also had prisoners with them, four of them. The singer was the most suspicious looking man Dyvia had seen in a while. Dyvia narrowed her eyes, she would have to keep her pockets closed tight around that one. She actually saw the man pickpocket a bandit. He was good, very good. And not a bad singer.
Then there was another man and a woman, both looking middle aged or a bit younger. The man was bleeding badly, he would die if someone didn't treat him. Dyvia doubted anyone in the bandit camp would offer help anytime soon. Maybe Dyvia could earn some extra coin by offering her services. She could at least burn the wound closed.
Then there was the elf, or at least the girl looked like an elf. She was carrying a staff Dyvia recognized to be of dark origin. Was the girl a user of dark magic? Dyvia felt her spine tingling, black magic users were almost always guaranteed psychopaths. Better stay away from that girlie.
The prisoners were herded towards the temple entrance. They'd probably be locked up in the dungeons, that resided at the undergroung cellars. Dyvia smirked, the armory was in the cellars as well, where she had access. She was already baking up a plan to escape and those prisoners would help her. Maybe Dyvia could help them escape as well, but that would have to be seen.
Dyvia saw the suspicious man going for yet another bandit's coin purse. Dyvia inhaled and yelled
"Hey, bandit with the blonde hair, huge rack and a bow! That sneak is pickpocketing you, you dum cow!"
The bandit in question flinched and flipped her gaze to the suspicious man. The bandit snatched his hand and twisted it, shooting a glare at Dyvia afterwards. Dyvia smirked, it was delightful to see someone get what they deserved. And these bandits would get what they deserved when Dyvia would get back her weapons. Or before that, if the right opportunity presented itself.
The bandit leader, Sigrid was it, separated from the group and came to Dyvia. She was carrying a dagger that Dyvia saw was of elven origin, with magical abilities.
"Dwarf, inspect this dagger and tell me what it does. We might be able to use it."
Dyvia sneered and picked the dagger up. Oh, how sweet would it be to plunge it into this bitch and see what the dagger could do. Dyvia secretly hoped it had something to do with rotting. But instead Dyvia just shrugged and slipped on her welding goggles.
"What happened to that 'All magic is bad and against Gods' shit? Change your minds?"
Sigrid merely scoffed smugly and walked back to the group. Oh, that pissed Dyvia off majorly. Irritated, Dyvia turned around and started inspecting the dagger right away. The sooner Dyvia could help those poor bastards, get her weapons and smash Sigrid's, and that nagger's, face in the better.

(OCC - Sorry if I overstepped any boundaries or did something wrong, this is my first try at playing with other players. I hope I gave clear enough picture of Dyvia's personality for future reference if any of you need to control her. Thank you for your patience :) )