Born into a poverty stricken family on the edges of the Chaos Wastes, Hybris had spent her whole life fighting to survive whether from the bitter cold of the far North, or against the monsters that spawned and marauded South look for weak souls and corrupt hearts to bend to their will.

One night in the local tavern, a brawl kicks off with Hybris' father at the centre of things. His slender daughter watches on as her father is given some rough treatment from a group of drunk elves. When one of the assailants slips his blade between her father's shoulder blades, Hybris descends into a frenzy, she blacks out and when she finally regains her senses the bar is in pieces, and the three assailants are bleeding, dying, crying on the floor. Hybris is cuffed in her chair as a troupe of soldiers are taking statements from the others in the establishment.

Just as they are about to drag the azure haired girl out of the bar, a grizzled older elf whispers something into the ear of the captain, and drops a small bag into his hands. The captain nods, uncuffs the wisp of a girl, and pushes her roughly towards the old elf.

"If I see her face again, I won't be so charitable next time," says the captain as he drags his men off the laps of the various night elves dotted around the bar.

The grizzled elf takes Hybris by the arm and says, "Have you got anything left to live for here in the deserted wastes?"

Hybrs, still in a state of shock shakes her head.

"Good, follow me then."