The room grows deathly silent, as she finished the invocation. "Did... did it wo--" Elaine began.<br/><br/>A sudden rush of flame filled the circle, intense and bright, but without heat. As it faded, it revealed a stunningly beautiful elven woman, impossibly slender, with dusky skin rivaling that of any Keleshite princess. Her mithril shirt seems to be made of impossibly tiny links of pure gold, dazzling in color and light as sequined silk to the touch, while her infamous whip coils suggestively about her shoulders and waist, like a living thing, the ends of its three lashes ending in bulbous stingers, like those of some terrible scorpion.<br/><br/>Her surreal beauty is marred only slightly by the sight of her slender hands, which end in three taloned fingers, and the armor like growths of chitin decorating her shoulders, hips and forearms. Six gauzy translucent wasp wings fold forth from her back, appearing similar to a cloak.<br/><br/>"You have questions," Karima, the Handmaiden of Fury, said, in a sweet, melodious voice. A statement, not a question. "Ask, daughter."