<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Avalae_Sunrazor.jpg)</div><strong>Avalae Sunrazor</strong>(https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/15AEGr9_VVqoxgy13w19dN4XXSwFVSsYB)<br/><br/>Entering the cursed haze blond hair whipped in the wind.  The elfkin clenched her jaw and shivered as unseen hands worked their unwanted will upon her body.  "i belong to Martin the Triathlete," she hissed, "Champion of the All King's Games.  No other man can have me, Demon.  Not a prince of hell itself.  Only Martin!"<br/><br/>Avalae appeared at the conference in a revealing breastplate made as much for allure as functionality, ready to defy all the forces of hell  to save her beloved and return to him pure.  She studdied the man and listened to all who spoke.  "I see wisdom in these words," was all she offered.  "Does this town overlook a port?  If not we should occupy and fortify it as a staging ground to fortify the port."