Rise of the Thrall Lord
Maltars Journal Iunius 11
Iunius the 11th, 1047
How the temptress got into my chambers I do not know. Were I not so prepared, and inured against her carnal charms, she would have had me. She appeared, of course, in the guise of an angel, with bright feathered wings and pure features.
She spoke Celestial, and I pretended to believe her while I readied my Spiritwrack. My temporary ruse bore some useful information, and perhaps I was a little hasty with my painful expulsion of her.
She was bent (quite alluringly) over my notes and cheerfully pointing out mistakes in some of my translations.
The spell is indeed (as I suspected) a derivative of the ancient Tiltowait and comparable to the lost Armageddon spell. In the runes of Kara-Tur it is 竜破斬 which translates roughly to “Dragon-Rend-Kill”, but she pointed out that it is certainly the same spell mentioned in the Draconic chronicles of the Great War as ドラゴン・スレイヤー or Doragun Sureibu.
I almost felt sorry for her; she looked actually shocked and surprised as the Spiritwrack enclosed on her. Quite a little actress! And powerful too, she maintained her beautiful golden winged form even under the Spiritwrack. How she managed her escape spell while choking on so much blood, I can’t fathom.
Not that I gave it much thought, as I spent the rest of the night finding the holes in my wards. At least she helped me a little with the translation and a lot with my security.