After years of training under your mentor, Nekali, you had learned basic control over the elements, and how to listen to them, now it was time to aid your fellow Darkspear Trolls, and you put on your armor before leaving your hut, a traditional Crown, as well as a purple colored kilt, and a rather revealing chest guard, made up of mostly links of chain, a thin piece of leather (barely) managing to cover your ample bosom.
"Be'nera, I be glad ya showed up to confront dis naga menace, mon. But right now, I need ya to go and kill some of de Tigers on de Isle for their pelts. Our forces be needin' armor. Elements walk wit ya!" Nekali said rather hurriedly, in the rather infamous Troll accent. Killing tigers while most of your tribe was at war was not exactly what you had in mind for your first day of elemental mastery, but Nekali was right; it had to be done, and you were probably one of the best to do it.
The tigers didn't pose much of a challenge, and soon your bag was loaded with their pelts. You were on your way back to the village when a flash of orange and black caught your eye, and another tiger jumped out in front of you. You threw your shield in front of you, but it didn't off much protection, mostly only for showing status, and the tiger's claws nicked your arm. "Ya be serious?" you asked aloud, "Figures the last tiger I meet would be a fighter." with that you throw a ball of elemental lightning at the tiger.
