Fearne

The slow dripping of water is the first sound that greets you upon venturing down into the dankest dungeon. Of all the heroes to face you in the climactic battle, it was the Druid of Wildfire Fearne who caused the most personal discomfort for you. Even through your dampened nervous system during combat, the pain of burns is almost unbearable.

So for this most special of your numerous ‘guests’ a dungeon in the wettest part of your fortress seemed most appropriate. The low light comes from everywhere at once, perhaps you are being overly cautious not even keeping a single lit torch down here, but maybe you’re just denying the bitch even the faintest flicker of comfort. You can see her ahead of you now, sat against the wall and bound thickly in empowered chains that prevent any link with the natural world, but still leave the enormous breasts and Faun hips and legs exposed for your viewing pleasure. The white gown Fearne wears is dirty and bloody, but still mostly whole. The Faun Druid looks at you as you enter and simply smiles. Smiling in return, your eyes trace Fearne’s body as you decide how you will destroy her.