The Ghost, And The Darkness

The zone has been loaded for a surprisingly long time... You and your retinue of skeletal champions have been patrolling sector 7 looking for the intruders, when they come into view... And your heart catches in your throat.

She is everything you want in a woman: 'vast-tracts-of-land', an smoldering pair of tawny yellow eyes that burn like the sun, a muzzle full of pearl white fangs that could rend your neck open with a single bite, rippling muscles under fur softer than silk, claws sharpened to needles, a 'plot' that could carry a twenty quest series, long sinuous tail that seems prehensile with a delightful little tuft at the end, long and lustrous hair that flows to fall across her Leonid back: and gear that marks her as an arcane caster... The one difference from what you THOUGHT would be your ideal woman is she is white as snow instead of black as ebony.

Oh, in case I haven't made it clear, she's a Wymic too, just like you, specifically, (again like you, ) the very rare premium subtype known as a Chakat...

She also is accompanied by twelve high-level men and women, and she shouts: “That's him! That's ‘Sanda The Black Lion’! This is it, we only get one shot: you all know your jobs!” she cries, as she and the others move like lightning to surround you.