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The Beauty of Battle - Mirielle Description A flash of light reveals a slim female figure, almost as black as the night. The last thing visible are three long braids of white hair. They flow in the air and paint a perfect arch into the blackness. Thunder rolls. Thin twin blades reflect dim torchlight. Metal rings catch the lightning of the thunderstorm. One ring around each upper arm. One ring around each lower arm. One ring around the left thigh. The torch gets knocked down. An inhuman scream. The fire dies out, but just before it does so, dark brown skin reflects the light warmly. Perfectly smooth. Perfectly soft. Muscles play gently. D

Looking back, Malabeth knew she could have prevented this all. The destruction of her city was as unnecessary, as the punishment she had to endure now. What did SHE think? Did SHE abandon her? And why? Malabeth turned her head. There was nothing here. Nothing except the eternal icy cold, which showed in the clear sky, as well as in the white plains before her. Tiny bright stars twinkled above her. A black sky with tiny white points. The moon above her stood half and casted more light than Malabeth had ever needed or wanted to see. the snow and ice all around reflecting the light made things worse. Despite her heavy soft fur-covered b

Only a few more steps and she entered the darkness of the old well. The gates were open, torn ajar, partially unhinged by a brutal force, the source of which Malabeth only could imagine. She shook her head. "No, better not think about this now." She could feel her mouth dry as she stepped into the secluded place where the old well should be. As soon as she passed the unhinged gates she could hear a sound, that should not belong here. Rushing water. Malabeth gasped. She had problems piercing the darkness beyond. Even her darkvision could not help her. The thundering booms were very close now, though, and she could hear them clear. Those were

Buildings grown from the dark stones of the cave lined the street. Debris was everywhere. Malabeth moved careful onwards. She did not wear any shoes, and it did not occur to her that it would have been a good idea to change this. Sometimes her cloak brushed over stones, threatening to tear, when it glid over the edges, but she was lucky. Suddenly the city wasn't so silent anymore. Whimpering sounds echoed from the opening of houses, shadows ran confused in the dark, too far for Malabeth to see in detail. Most of the buildings were badly damaged. Walls had collapsed and floors crashed into the levels below them. There were crying voices. Mal

Kiani Lumines - Pulsar    * Skin colour: turquoise    * Hair: cyan, long wild waves, like cyan-coloured flames, seeming to glow slightly    * Eyes: nearly glowing grass-green    * Built: well trained, athletic, taller than 1,80 meters    * Name: Kiani Lumines Codename: Pulsar Kiani Lumines is a young woman in her early 20s, with an athletic physique and a height slightly above one meters and 80 centimeters. She can hardly neconfused with a human: Though her shape is humanoid, and her feautres are like those of a normal human, her skin is coloured turquoise, with her lips of a darker blue tint than the rest of her skin. Her eyes glo

Outside it was still silent. Malabeth was not used to this silence. Inside the temple it made sense. There were thick walls and especially where she slept, there should have been no one awake. Outside it was different. Sure, the city was asleep, but it shouldn't be that silent. Something was always going on, and this night should not have been any different. Only her second glance revealed, that more than just sounds were amiss. All around the buildings were shattered and sundered, deep cracks ran through the ground. They were too far away to make out any details, for the temple was built onto a plateau of stone which rested slightly higher t

I will not bow again to the terror of a goddess. I witness my city fall, and I hear my people scream. Even we do beg at times, when the terrors become great enough, but I will not have it again. Not anymore. We have lived under the demonspider for ages, enduring her terror, down in the dark. Follow her well and you will suffer at the hands of those around you, for they wish your power and position - or they only hate you enough to wish your downfall. Follow her not well, and she herself will punish you, her priestesses will condemn you. Every day under this terror is a day lost to fear and terror. Sure, the strong ones survive longer, but

As she enters the stage, there is a hint of green illumination, like a pale aura. Maybe it is just an illusion. indeed, when looking closely, there is no light surrounding her, but an aura of power, almost tangible. Green eyes looking, teasing, fixing on you, a sea of green to drown in. Filled with an inner light, a hunger for life, but is it her own, or is it your life she hungers for? Her green eyes peer sternly from her pale, grey, smooth face, slightly arrogant, deadly serious, but without any hard edges. Her face is a soft oval thinning down towards the chin a bit. Violet tattoos mark her cheeks and her forehead. Lightning-like struct