Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27600777-20170829080349/@comment-26510374-20170909162044

I carried on, killing ugly spiders, following this stupid healing spring mirage and solving puzzles that allowed me to carry on.

One of my gifts is the ability to find beauty in everyone and everything, but that wasn't really working right now.

My snake scepter, which could spurt snake venom, wasn't my true magic. It lay in my ability to not just find beauty, but tocreate it.

In one gentle touch, I could restore tarnished, ugly houses, their beautiful form up to my train of thought.

I could mend the broken, fix the old, restore the beauty in all things living and dead. But only when I wanted to.

They say my power is not in good hands, on account of my narcissism. I am not a kind mistress. But they should be lucky they have me at all. And it's not like that zombie was my fault. I can't bring dead people back, all I do is fix their damaged bodies!