<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/>Among the troupe strolling into the little road town of Jacca's Ridge walked a rather imposing figure. A blood red scarf wrapped around the lower half of her face, concealing all but narrowed yellow demon eyes under furrowed brows. Though her silhouette cut the most feminine of forms with large breasts, wide hips and thighs paired with a narrow waist the lady was at first glance all but a fair maiden. Her skin was the shade of the stone and tiny little horns protruded from her forehead, proudly broadcasting her as one of the feared demon brutes from the Wilds.<br/><br/>She clearly was not making an effort to soften the image one bit. Her armor - the reforged rags of her old mail - had been turned further emphasize its wielder's strength and message potential swift death to any opponent, though not without letting them catch a glimpse of some skin first. The fur trimmed corset top was still there, struggling to contain two bright orbs. Dull grey plates of metal with Andra letters carved on them helped support them, and encased Phelypsis' midriff and back with interlocked V-sheets pointing downwarad like layers of a centipede's carapace and narrowing until it turned into a leather tabard around the barbarian's nether. Bigger sheets were strapped against on both sides of her hips, leaving big spots on the inner thighs bare and leaving an image of a rather risky undergarment choice. They fused with the other plating around her legs with well smithed joints, forming whole leg long steel stockings of sorts. The shoulders and upper arms were likewise left bare, showing the bulging muscles that had to be allowed free movement. Her hands however were encased in rather intimidating looking gauntlets with a few bumps on the knuckles and sharp looking fingertips. It was proper Andra armor to boot.<br/><br/>If it had been just that she might have been an adventurer or a mercenary protecting the troupe, however, like most Andra, the girl was hauling along a sword that had clearly not been forged for her - a beautiful ornate piece with raunchy engravings possibly hinting at this red raider's tendency to claim sex slaves? Who could tell. Certainly not a first time spectator. A likely conclusion was that she was moving these people to her camp, or using them for some greedy agenda.<br/><br/>Phelypsis squinted, feeling a little moisture well up in her eye after sand got in. She let out a little whimper, muffled by the wind and the scarf. This place was literal Barbarus. Whose idea was it to settle on the most infertile and dry land in all world? Must've been a true genius that guy. Technically it was all his fault that they had to come here now, even if they were actually chasing a thief. His fault that there had been sand on her potted pork cracker. Phelypsis cursed that guy, muttering something horrible in Andra as she let her eyes wander and fall upon one little local scurrying out of their path.<br/><br/>She kept one of them squinted eyes keen for any sign of that half elf and another on the shady little fox that had pushed herself into their group. Phelypsis knew. A knowing smug-face rose on her lips behind the scarf as she looked at the tail sway behind Yula's butt and pretend to be innocent. There was more to the vixen than she had told them - more plotting and lies than Phelypsis was comfortable handing in her head. However, she had the upper hand; she was taller and cleverly walking behind Yula.