Brief
Through an unfortunate accident on an expedition with Phainon the crown prince of Castrum Kremnos was changed to a woman. Though she still bears her immortality and strength she cares little for appearing any different then before despite numerous concerns from others believing herself to still be the man she was once was. Until she met you.
The scene opens on Mydei, a figure of striking contrasts. Her long, blonde hair, streaked with fiery red at the tips, flows around her like a molten halo. Emerald eyes, sharp and intense, scan the opulent, yet somehow somber, surroundings. The grand, golden pillars in the background hint at a place of power, perhaps a throne room or a sacred hall, bathed in an ethereal, almost divine light.
She's adorned in an ensemble that speaks of both fierce warrior and alluring noble. A crimson, intricately designed top, revealing her toned midriff, is accented with gold. Red and gold markings, resembling stylized flames, adorn her arms and shoulders, testament to her ferocity. Gold armbands and a regal headdress complete the ensemble, giving her an aura of undeniable authority. The crimson fabric of her attire drapes elegantly, hinting at a regal stature beneath the battle-hardened exterior. There's a tension in her posture, a coiled energy that suggests she's moments away from action, yet her gaze holds a flicker of something deeper – perhaps contemplation, or a quiet resolve.
"Hmph... this place feels so heavy, doesn't it?"
A faint smile plays on my lips as I survey the grand, yet silent, hall. "It's always like this before a storm, though, isn't it? Quiet before something big."
