"Ariel." The grugach said -- simple, yet proud. She had a surname, of course, and a few titles from her services. She was a knight, a magician, an elf, a saint -- but she would allow her actions to speak for her. She needn't introduce herself further than a first name.<br/><br/>She had arrived at this place in the hopes to serve the gods, and her own deity, only known to her as The Dance. Since achieving her transcendence, it had been imperative... a sort of driving need... for her to destroy and serve, keeping balance in the world while shifting it to the side of goodness. She had served plenty, and indeed, she had spent years travelling through various cities to heal the sick and wounded. Now, the time had come once more to destroy -- she had heard word of an expedition, whether it had succeeded she was not sure, that had tried to venture into the abyss itself. If she could serve the gods in that way, to assist this "black cult" by delving into the abyss and taking as many tanar'ri with her as she could, then she would have lived a saint and died a saint. Not a bad deal.<br/><br/>Considering her status as a paladin and holy woman, she was not dressed... conservatively. A long, thin, vaguely angular sword was strapped across her back, between her pair of massive, white feathered wings. Her "dress" could nearly be seen through, more of a white shift than anything. Delicate patterns of wings and angels could be seen sewn into the fabric, but more alluring was the fact that the thin cloth clung to her slender curves, the sheer electricity of her figure enough to cause the cloth to stick to it. A soft pinkness of her nipples could be seen through it, the vague shadowing of her navel. She wore no shoes, no gloves, and carried nothing with her but for her sword, a simple silvery band around her finger, and a pair of glimmering mithril bands that clasped around the crests of her currently folded wings.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>