I am a Sorceress, without equal.

You are John Sibylline of the Delphic Order, wielder of the arcane magicks. You hold the rank of Supreme Oracle; gifted with sight along all the pathways of time and space. The elements bow to your bidding and you can see into the depths of the hearts of men.

The Delphic order has served the royal family loyally for thousands of years and you follow faithfully in the footsteps of your predecessor. And perhaps, exceed even his exploits, for you played a great part in finally ending a war of generations.

You stand tall and proud beside the throne, as is your privilege, your ornate robes bejewelled and embroidered with the finest on offer. Your hair is the blood-red only those born with magic have, and your eyes glow green with power.

And now you are on a sort-of holiday. After all, the main job for your kind was to fight your presently vanquished foes.

Time, you smile, to play with your new 'friend'.