Level 18 - High Lord Scribe of Mastered Illuminations
She wore an odd blue gem stud in her navel, it was a very attractive piece of jewlery. But, I just couldn't seem to get her drunk.
An old device used for giving the common folk a say in the Elder's plans that has survived to the modern day.
The Mihradhz shrieked, with a sound like fingernails on slate, as it was dragged headlong into our world by a greedy and uncaring spellcaster whose only desire was to defeat his rivals.