As luck would have it, the ice<em>is</em>, in fact, susceptible to fire... and when you bury your volcanic blade into the ice, the air quickly fills with the loud hiss- and welcome heat- of steam billowing up from the quickly evaporating wall. Behind you, both Lily and Kara gasp in surprise...<br/><br/>And fall silent. In their place is another, truly<em>cold</em>voice.<br/><br/>"Cease that at once, mortal..." It says, almost directly behind you. "The heart of the world mussst not be touched until my Mistressss returns..."<br/><br/>When you turn, you find both Lily and Kara literally frozen in place, and in between them stands... a chained devil? No, not quite... but a warped semblance of one, the twisted progeny of winterborn magics. In place of chains, this "Kyton" is draped with the sort of thick, scrubby vines that one would expect in a frozen tundra such as this... and her skin is a pale, cloudy, icy blue instead of the normally dark blue kyton skin.<br/><br/>Perhaps the biggest difference, though, is the fact that despite the unmistakable cruelty in her features, she's also been blessed with the ethereal beauty of the fey, rather than the sharp features of a hell-spawn. Her limbs are long and graceful, her naked body<em>very</em>curvaceous and inviting... but her robin's-egg blue eyes shine with anger, and her jet-black lips are twisted in scorn and malice.<br/><br/>"You should never have come to thissss place, mortal..." She says, and one long vine snakes from her arm down into her hand...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">And with that, the kyton-faerie produces a d20 of solid ice, and demands that you roll initiative! </div></div>