Description
Queen Pandora is the darkest entity in all of Euphoria. She is a staggering 6"0ft. tall, with flame-red hair that snakes its way down her backside. Her eyes are a solid, piercing emerald that reflect only the deepest fires that seer away within her. Her limbs appear rather longer than average; though her menacing ambiance deflects the notation of her disproportions. Her complexion is pale and fair in the most darkest way, defined by a set of bright crimson lips. Had it not been for her deviant ambitions, Queen Pandora would have been considered beautiful to all in Euphoria...
Personality
Queen Pandora is merciless, ruthless, and sinister in all aspects of her being. She disregards the existence of beings that she does not create, and is not afraid to take the lives of anything that stands in her way. The power she withholds is darker and stronger than anyone could imagine, and she is well aware of it. All of the dark beings she creates owe her their services, to which she assigns myriads of devious quest's for. It would be unwise to doubt or question Queen Pandora, for it could cost you your life...
Equipment
Queen Pandora works with the dark forces: an energy that is flame-red (opposite of the energy of good, which is blue). She has long studied spells from the books of dark forces, and has discovered a way to use the dark energy to give life to her creatures; assembling an army that she soon plans to use upon the kingdom of Euphoria. She casts spells and flame-red energy from a wave of her hand, and has equipped herself with the power to use the dark forces to carry her. Pandora is also experienced with seeing into the lands of Euphoria, and plots her devious plans upon what she discovers.
History
Long before the kingdom of Euphoria was created, there lived two sisters, named Splendora and Pandora: Splendora after the splendor she evoked as a child, and Pandora out of her curiosity. The two sister's appeared to be as different as night is from day, and yet, they were inseparable... That was until the kingdom of Euphoria began its construction. Splendora, being the oldest, was automatically given the upper-hand and was appointed to the throne; whereas Pandora was left aside, to grow with jealousy and rage.
One day, in an act of envy, Pandora furiously spewed her thoughts about the ordeal upon Splendora, who then backfired with more senseless wordings. Pandora vowed in front of her sister that one day, Splendora would rue her reigning, and she threatened the entire kingdom. Pandora fled into the forbidden corners of Euphoria, which later came to be known as the "Dark Mist Lands."
So begins...
Iris stepped alongside Kalimdor through the obsidian corridors of the fortress; his massive shadow casting over her, increasing the wickedness in the ambiance of her presence.
"Patience, Kalimdor..." she said, tucking her hands behind her. "This realm shall unravel beneath us soon enough."
Just as she spoke, a wind unfurled and snaked through the dark passageway. Two large metal doors swung open, and Pandora burst through.
"Ah..." she said wickedly. "You have arrived. I am assuming you got the task completed?" Pandora held a goblet encrusted with crimson jewels, to which she took sips of an unknown liquid from.
"Kalimdor got most of the job done," Iris said tentatively. "And I kept the uproar to a... minimal apocalyptic scene."
Pandora swept her long body over to them, wrapping a deep red glow around them. The red energy surged between Kalimdor and Iris, infusing them with more dark force. "I have restored whatever power was lost," she said, smiling a menacing grin. "Now, the fairies, Kalimdor?"
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"Are yours my Queen."
Kalimdor said as he removed the gem from his gauntlet and handed it to Pandora with the utmost respect and due honor. The gem swirled with the glimmering light of the faires trapped within its dark ichor. The three figures could all cleary hear the faint screams of the fairies trapped within.
"The time of your ascension nears mistress. Soon this world shall be yours and your faithful shall stand by your side as you take your rightful place on the throne of Euphoria."
Kalimdor yearned for this world to burn and to do so in Pandora's honor. With him and Iris at her side there was little that could hope to stand against Pandora's might. He even went so far as to wonder why she took such care in concealing her activities from her sister. For what could she possibly do to stop her?
Pandora snaked her way around the both of them.
"Hmm...yes," she paused, and looked at Kalimdor. "I have summoned another general to assist you. My army is coming together quite beautifully."
"And who may this one be...?" Iris asked, arching an eyebrow.
Pandora smirked. "Follow me, and you'll find out."
The heavy booted feet of the hulk that was Kalimdor Menethil soudned out in the courtyard as he walked behind Iris whose whispy, lithe frame nearly drifted over the steps. Ahead of the two of them was his Queen and master, Pandora, to whom he served above all others. His gleaming red eyes instantly found the skeletal rider on the horse of haunting flames. The draugr whose lidless eyes stared out at the souls before him. The guards backed at his approach much as they did with Kalimdor but with much more a superstitious type of fear. Kalimdor inspired fear in others, he was physically imposing. Those around him feared the pains they would suffer at his hands. This death knight inspired a different type of fear all together. The fear of the unknown. The fear of death itself. During Kalimdor's travels through hell to hone his demonic powers he'd seen a great many terrible things and the pure, debilitating power of fear of what lurks beneath the grave is a power unlike no other that Kalimdor respected. His own power was different yet akin to it, like two sides of the same coin. He was the searing heat of chaos while this death knight was the icy grip of death. A fine pair of generals. Then there was Iris, the haunting essence of darkness itself. The three would surely bring this world to it's knees. Kalimdor stepped down to the courtyard to match his burning gaze with the hollow lifeless stare of the death knight before a dark smile formed on his face.
"I yearn to see this one in battle my Queen, our enemies will tear themselves apart with fear at the sight of him. What say you Iris?"
The massive demonic Overlord asked, his booming voice echoing out in the courtyard. Standing half a foot taller than the large death knight Kalimdor's mind began flashing with images of the blood that would spill in the wake of the trio.