<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/SBhvOGQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ember<strong>Tagging:</strong>Countess Emilia, The Grand Fool<br/><strong>HP:</strong>25/25<strong>Attack:</strong>d8<strong>Armor:</strong>0<br/><br/><strong>Active Stunts:</strong>Smoldering Inferno (aura): Standard<br/><strong>Status:</strong>None<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Sudden darkness snapped around Ember, like the savage jaws of a starved wolf – whisking away her drunken fever dream to toss her through an obscure nightscape. There was a world of perfect harmony, where all were part of the whole, the essence of all creation, and its denizens but singular pieces of it. It was horrific in its asymmetry one moment, tranquil and sharply defined the next, yet haunted by a complete lack of uncertainty.<br/><br/>An overpowering tonic settled deep within her brain, compelling her to cringe in breathless shock. Everything washed away - the ground below her bare feet ceasing to exist, the sky crumbling and shattering into fine dust, the bustling bar fading; complete blackout… A deathly stillness engulfed her, a foreign tension settling deep within. The walls closed in, shadows whispering of conspiracy and maddening ramblings. The frame of her exotic surroundings filled with an ominous, brittle silence, and she found herself briskly floating amidst the glistening musical notes of a serenade, emanating out of nothing. Yet it had managed to enrobe the brimless, sparkling pools of ‘space,’ weaving itself into the cosmic ether of divinity currently cradling her, and then… a figure - a most splendid frame whose mere presence rivaled the infinite malignity of the stars and the radiant breast of heaven on which they dwelled.<br/><br/>A soothing cold enveloped her then, all movement seizing as her body was torn apart on a molecular level, bones pulverized, tissue shredded – a complete dissemblance of zeal, body and mind in the blink of an eye followed by an all-consuming darkness. <br/><br/>Spat out by the vast pool of divine creation, the mortified woman found herself at the mercy of a mysterious cloaked figure and the spells that bind. Her abstract rebirth sent a skin-twisting shiver rippling across Ember’s swarthy body, her mind a surging perplexity as her stomach lurched and her knees beckoned out. Kneeling in a vain attempt to regain a solid foothold, a retch rolled over her with enough tenacity to send her into a half-stunned state of disgust and discomfort. Barely managing to lament her confusion through a struggled whisper – something between a sneer and a sob, she wheezed breathlessly, “What in the world just happened…?!” That’s when she peaked, realizing the deafening silence the hallways emanated in response. Despite the lack of immediate response, she wasn’t alone.<br/><br/>She glanced up and over, an unintentional mimicking of coyness as she glanced underneath a swirling curtain of red, hoping to recognize this… or these worrying presences almost as much as she hoped not to. She certainly appreciated what she saw - the stunning vixen next to her reminded her of the sensual indulgences, the harems and the juice-soaked lusts she had participated in during her earthly travels. She was not familiar, despite that. That aura, though, niggled her. That dark, malevolent, twisting aura, tempting yet suspicious. It felt oddly familiar somehow.<br/><br/>The bizarre coolness clutching Ember’s core finally released its iron grip, and as timeless clarity returned to the storm-tossed lady, so too did her fuming wrath and indomitable flame. <br/><br/>Voicing her distaste for the unpleasant abduction, she reached out with a beckoning hand, yet found herself woefully unable to move freely. Tied to the dazzling beauty she had inspected so closely mere moments ago, Ember's expression soured, irked at the unlikely scenario she had found herself neck deep in. Only now did she realize her chained predicament... Ember was never one to sit by the wayside of an escalating situation - something about standing idly by aggravated her, and so, she opted to nip the situation in the figurative bud by rising from her slumped position, added weight and undoubted responsibility of having a complete stranger affixed to your side and all. As if having crossed some invisible line in attempting to offend her sensibilities, her mouth became an uncharacteristic flat line amid her shimmering face. Any remnant of joy evaporated from her eyes as the infernal flame bloomed inside her, mantling through her slender limbs. Her customary warmth had dissipated faster than summer rain on parched dirt, but her ire stood in full eruption. With a bellow fierce enough to put a clap of thunder to shame, Ember mused, each jagged word punctuated by a brief pause. “What is the meaning of this?!”<br/></div>