Zandriell was giddy with excitement as she eagerly answered the call, rushing up the astral thread offered to her she heard the sorcerer mispronouncing some of the words of power. Why are they different? Her bright pink tongue ran over her perfect with teeth and her sharp canine fangs sparkled in the ruddy light. Deciding that it might be dangerous to mess with she left the box alone and exploring the room she found a pile of female human clothes, and a bag. Zandriell was giddy with excitement as she eagerly answered the call, rushing up the astral thread offered to her she heard the sorcerer mispronouncing some of the words of power. Awash in confusion she looked around the room and spied the back of a large ornate mirror. Even though she new the ring was compromised she still avoided the lines as she skipped over it, only then did she realize just how bad things were. The ring glowed in its power but more was wrong than just the mispronounced words!
