Laying on the battlefield

She became aware of crushing weight, eventually realizing a huge dead orc lay atop her. summoning all of her elven strength her lithe form was able to wiggle out from beneath him. She looked around. Scores of dead lay everywhere. Somehow, unbelievably, the event did not spot the heir among the fallen. Her head is ringing from the blow which knocked her out; but despite that she still feels relatively intact.

The world still spinning slightly, the lithe warrior princess runs her hands over herself and checks each thing in her mind. She immediately discovers her helmet is gone, her pale blonde hair wild and messy. Likewise her enchanted gauntlets, rings, amulets and jewelry, are all gone. Worst of all, her platinum and diamond tiara, the symbol of her office, is missing. Some looter stripped her of everything valuable while she was ****!

Finally regaining her senses she starts to look around her. A short ways across the battlefield she can see a lone fiend. The disgusting carrion-eater gorges on the body of an armored elf, but she turns to leave it. Her impact fogged brain suddenly remembers the fight before, and with a start she suddenly realizes it could be her father! She can't tell for sure from this far away, since the necrophage is crouched over it's meal.

White-hot anger flows through her, and every instinct in her body tells her to blow the foul creature to burning chunks. She raises her hand as is about to strike the unsuspecting monster down; when the tactician in her mind realizes that to use destruction spells the flash and sound would almost certainly draw attention.