<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/i9andSB.jpg)</div><strong>Myra</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2081205)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Any<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 52/52<strong>AC</strong>: 15<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Climbing: 22 https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145073<br/>Climbing down, using Dash twice to get back to Jas<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>"Yes, Master," Myra said, just before feeling a sense of both relief and despair rushing through her. The strange woman was dead, destroyed by her master's brutal attack, emitted from her but not by her, through the special channel they shared. She had been evil, sure. Probably. But she had also been lovely. Beautiful. Much too much so for Myra to ever hope of laying a hand on her. Or to even look at her without feeling some of those strange, new sensations she had started to feel. So there was something like regret in her. Made all the more strange by the fact that it had been her master who had slain her.  It seemed almost inconceivable that she would feel any sense of wrongness from his actions.<br/><br/>Those feelings she felt were strong enough for Myra to hesitate before her next move. And by then, all of their remaining enemies had been laid to waste by the actions of the angel and demon pair. Feeling that she had no more to do, she quickly climbed down from her precarious perch and hurried to her master's side. There, she had to pause, once again. He was her master. And that's all that she had felt about him the last time she saw him. A supreme existence that had to be obeyed, but nothing more. This time, though... she seemed to feel different. She was different. Not just from the indescribable entity that was her true self, but also from who she had been not so long ago.<br/><br/>But still, as... pleasant as Jas was to look at, he was still her master and Myra had a duty to him. She lowered herself to one knee in front of him, one fist to the ground, head low. "Master, please forgive me for my failure. Our enemoes are now all defeated, thanks to our allies and your assistance. I await further orders."