Sadrieniel
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- Dec 31, 2001
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It was a chill night; a night best spent in one's home with a fire burning to provide ample warmth. A night suited well with the entertainment of close friends or perhaps with the reading of a novel of choice. However one would decide to use their time of this particular night, Sadrieniel was doing what would be considered far from ideal.
Sadrieniel's delicate hands were far past frozen; her long fingers curled about the pick-axe's handle so tightly she feared she would never seperate the two. She struck at the thick sheet of ice, straining what muscle she did have, the repetitive movements causing quite strain to her.
[ This is not the work of a Dark Mage . . . I knew I should have hired some warrior to do the grunt work . . . ]
Sadrieniel had already tried to melt the ice by the use of magic, but she came to no avail. This cavern was completely protected from magic, everything must be done by physical labor -- not Sadrieniel's method of choice.
She was very sleder, Sadrieniel; a typical female High Elf. She stood an impressive 5', and had a body built of curves; C breast cup (which is rather large given her size). These curves were, however, concealed by her black robes and heavy cloak at any moment a living being may have seen her.
Although her body concealed, Sadrieniel was still known to be a beautiful, but wicked, mage. Being of High Elven blood, she was gifted with the enchanting appearance she possessed. Her hair was long, raven black in color, and her eyes were of the deepest blue. Her skin was pale, and her lips a dark crimson.
She struck the ice again. This time, a large crack developed, making it's way up and down the wall. The sheet abruptly sharded open, a bright light bursting forward from the open crevices.
Sadrieniel dropped the pick-axe, taking a step back as she rose her right arm to shield her eyes from the bright rays of light.
Sadrieniel's delicate hands were far past frozen; her long fingers curled about the pick-axe's handle so tightly she feared she would never seperate the two. She struck at the thick sheet of ice, straining what muscle she did have, the repetitive movements causing quite strain to her.
[ This is not the work of a Dark Mage . . . I knew I should have hired some warrior to do the grunt work . . . ]
Sadrieniel had already tried to melt the ice by the use of magic, but she came to no avail. This cavern was completely protected from magic, everything must be done by physical labor -- not Sadrieniel's method of choice.
She was very sleder, Sadrieniel; a typical female High Elf. She stood an impressive 5', and had a body built of curves; C breast cup (which is rather large given her size). These curves were, however, concealed by her black robes and heavy cloak at any moment a living being may have seen her.
Although her body concealed, Sadrieniel was still known to be a beautiful, but wicked, mage. Being of High Elven blood, she was gifted with the enchanting appearance she possessed. Her hair was long, raven black in color, and her eyes were of the deepest blue. Her skin was pale, and her lips a dark crimson.
She struck the ice again. This time, a large crack developed, making it's way up and down the wall. The sheet abruptly sharded open, a bright light bursting forward from the open crevices.
Sadrieniel dropped the pick-axe, taking a step back as she rose her right arm to shield her eyes from the bright rays of light.