The battle was a long one, cannons and spells roared.  The rigging snapped and the sails flew free but at last it was over.

She took her turn at the Chirurgeon's table but parts of her were missing and bits of her arrived too late.

But such tales are for legends and old salts, today there's plunder to be spent and manwhores to be plundered, grab the booty while you can !


Tall for a halfling, short for an elf, there was a balrog in the woodpile somewhere...

4'7"
hair-whatever she wants it to be
eyes-one seagreen, one not seein' so much.



pretty plain preferences, but you can't be any bigger than normal to ride


















In the chaos of battle, there sometimes arises one of special skill.

One who hears the calling of a great destiny.

One who through sheer strength and determination might turn the tide of battle.

One who might carry the day in the face of relentless opposition and staggering odds.

One who would be the unexpected hero who snatched victory from the yawning jaws of certain defeat.

















My skill lies in finding that rare and special someone.

And driving this blade through his crotch.

From behind if possible......



                   -Sharinelle