<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MrhlQzA.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Aisha</span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells known</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Cantrips</strong><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Fire Bolt</li><li>Light</li><li>Mage Hand</li><li>Raiment</li></ul><br/><strong>1st level</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Burning Hands</li><li>Chromatic Orb</li></ul></div></div><br/>Some mere tomb raider or grave robber might be alarmed or dismayed at the remaining guardian stirring to life. Aisha was pleased. That the temple custodians remained active meant that no would-be pilferers had been here before her, and where there were protectors, there were secrets worth protecting. Forgotten knowledge of the old world, precious remnants of that distant age before so much had fell to ruin and barbarism.<br/><br/>The sorceress twirled away from the knife, gossamer red silk flecked with gold blossoming like a rose about her luscious form, and the dagger sliced through the wispy fabric of the cape fastened to her armlets instead. Now THAT annoyed her, and her dark eyes narrowed in a contemptuous glare. She blew the trail of smoke from her finger right in her assailant's eyes, and immediately the roaring wind flared up about her again as she readied a second spell. The first spell had been an erotic tingle, a faint stirring of the loins, a barely-noticeable flush on her sun-kissed cheeks. Now the second spell sent an electric jolt of desire through her nerves, made her nipples harden visibly under the thin fabric of her bikini top, caused her heart to quicken with lust.<br/><br/>When Iyanna and Malikah store fire from the gods, they made love in celebration. Seared the fire into their souls with the act, that it could not be taken away again. Or - perhaps that was just a fanciful legend the sorceresses invented, to explain why magic made them painfully aroused and why spellweaving and that of sexual release were intimately connected.<br/><br/>Aisha held out the palm of her right hand now, fingers splayed, and in its palm a second ball of fire ignited with a sharp crackling sound. In its light she saw her enemy clearly, watched his eyes sweep over her scarcely-clothed form in a pattern she was all too familiar with. She could entirely predict the trajectory of his gaze from naked shoulders to bare cleavage, from exposed midriff down past her flared hips to where the narrowing of her loincloth flaunted the silky-smooth skin of her upper thighs above her thigh-high stockings.<br/><br/>That made her smile. "A man, are you?" she said, breathing faster than usual. Men - and women - she had dealt with plenty of times before. Aisha flicked her wrist, and the fireball in her palm erupted in a second lance of flame aimed to strike her assailant at point-blank range.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-09-11 18:46:36, Aisha (uid: 22828) rolls: 1d20 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139321)</div></div>