[table][row][center][h3]Artemisia[/h3]
[i][b]Alymere Fort Interior[/b][/i][/center][/row][cell]

Like wheat to the scythe, the knight fell to Artemisia's magical onslaught. She didn't think twice about it; all was as it should be. Anyone who sought to cut short her life's story would be erased from it, staining its pages no more. With no target in mind, the dark mage took a moment to observe her allies' progress. The bandits were essentially routed, with many of their number dead. What were they thinking, holding their ground against what obviously constituted a professional military force? Insipid louts. 

Then again, Artemisia saw that the one still standing appeared to be the vagabonds' leader, evidently setting the example when it came to idiocy. With but one underling left, the number-one bandit declared his intent to drive off the entire force by killing the prince, which to Artemisia rang of despair-induced delusion. Alnard made no bones about the fate awaiting him, and his soldiers advanced. Right away Trace slaughtered the pugilist, leaving just one man standing against a whole squad. Artemisia couldn't exactly lend a hand since any magic in a situation like this would be hurting more allies than enemies, so she stood by and watched as the others surrounded the head goon to send him to hell.[/cell]

[cell][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/wW8IBnQ.png[/img]
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Status: [color=lawngreen]Embattled[/color]
[/center][u]Class:[/u] Occultist
[u]Inv:[/u] Vulnerary, Book of Secrets
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