<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/2069742-lifeguard.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Incomparably Radiant Targe</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FhSa7fmDuefWXaC1pQcCrwgMSplIUyplnWaG_cYaywk/edit</div></div><br/><br/>Incomparably Radiant Targe marched through the portal from Autochathon to Creation, shoulder to shoulder with Unwavering Reflective Beam. Seven years in action and she was already a heroine—and goddess!--to the people of Claslat.  The buxom warrior had smooth, brilliant golden flesh textured and patterned by a full body tracery of starmetal and adamant circuitry.  Bands of Moonsilver hugged her flesh just above the ankles.<br/><br/>Radiant, fiery tresses trailed behind Targe like an ankle length cloak that rippled in an unseen wind.  The buxom warrior was clad in an orichalcum corset that bared her naval and mot of her cleavage.  It was inlayed with red jade 'til it looked more like red trimmed in gold.  Beneath that she wore a scarlet loincloth-skirt and matching boots.  A mace hung from a red jade belly chain around her tiny waist.<br/><br/>A sixty foot long, twenty food wide vehicle with a light implosion bow mounted on the top followed behind her.  The battle carrier hovered on a soft cloud of essence and steam.  An escort of twenty five soldier's, the Incomparably Radiant Battle Maidens, marched alongside the battle carrier as if an honor guard.  Each of the twenty five was hard bodied and buxom—none their captain's equal, but all hard bodied and healthy with fine alchemical medicine keeping them free of pox or scar and extending their youth.<br/><br/>The battle maidens were in full parade dress.  Their golden armor—well fitted corset-breastplates with square necklines, bracers and gauntlets, epaulets, and grieves—were polished too such a brilliant shine that the gold leaf flared brilliantly in Creation's sun.  Long tresses were free and flowing, died a fiery red in imitation of their captain, which nicely matched their crimson loincloth skirts and baldrics.  Their helms were golden too, save for the smoky quartz visors that protected their eyes from Creation’s dazzling radiance.    They marched in sharp synchronization with crossbows over their backs and halberds in their right hands.<br/><br/>The redhead gave the officer on sight a sharp salute, then replied, “A tour would be excellent.  The Maidens can billet inside our battle carrier, but I've brought thirty support personal who would benefit from housing and a place to set up their workshops.  I brought all ten of my architects.  They're eager to begin their study's of this world's Geomancy.  Won't stop talking about the buildings called Manse?”