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Lady Isolda is here to aid in the process of Power, Miracles and Transformation. She wishes to help those who seek their path in the Light; those who have acknowledged the supremacy of Justice, Honour and Enlightenment, and who have found the Strength to ask for them. Therefore, she wishes to be able to reward these selected few and/or to penalize the Unjust or Corrupted with permanent stats boost or decrease. Additionally, already being the Foreign Affairs Commander, as well as one of the Recruits Commanders of the Guerrilla Golemicarum Alliance, she wishes to be given the right of Free and Full Access to the Island of Golemus, and the right to grant and/or refuse access to those who have proved themselves worthy or unworthy of it. furthermore, she asks for a custom magical creature, the nature and abilities of which she would like to disclose only after her promotion, and full and exclusive rights upon said creature, as well as regarding said creature’s acquisition by other players. Finally, she wishes for Dream Control, for the right to access and to teleport others to all known locations of the map, and for the ability to locate the Alternative Accounts of the Realm’s Characters; she also asks for the right to disclose her findings in case of corruption or injustice taking place through the use of said alternative accounts.
Lady Isolda is a proud, just and honourable young woman. Princess by descent, the loving daughter of her mother and the last of a long lineage of fascinating women whose enchanting charm… "Gives delight to the senses and pleasurably exalts both the mind and the spirit", as a famous troubadour once sang. Those ancestor women generously bestowed upon Lady Isolda their grace and virtues; alas, they also left her the ancient legacy of their mighty and arduous destiny. Lady Isolda comes from the Realm of Evolution, which extends itself over the vast lands of Transformation, Power and Miracles. This is the Realm of great Warrior women who are born to devote their existence in the ancient fight against ignorance and fear. In war they toil not, neither do they spin.
To these women to fight means to exist, and all kinds of weapons they employ; their swords, their charms, their beauty. “It is the cause that matters, not the means”, as always Medea says. Medea, Lady Isolda’s mother, is a demigoddess and a healer. Her lineage goes back to the Amazons. A woman of great character and beauty, she had been the mistress of these lands for three hundred years when she gave birth to Lady Isolda. The day the child was born heavy rain was flooding the Realm. The Priests kneeled inside the Temples and in the Altars performed rich sacrificial rituals; the Mystics prayed and glorified the Gods and the subjects celebrated in the fields; the rain was a sign of luck and fertility and the Prophets had spoken: The child was born under the Star of Scorpion the Phoenix, said they, and her blonde hair was already to her tiny waist. Yes, the Fates had bestowed their favour upon the child and Lady Luck had sealed her blessings with the ultimate gift; the child’s eyes were of different colour, one green, one black.
Lady Isolda was born the beloved child of Destiny’s Mistresses reassured the Prophets. All was well. All would be well. And about time it was. Time had not been kind to the Realm of Evolution; since the ancient times of its establishment, its lands were almost impossible to find since they would only reveal themselves to those unconquered by ignorance, fear or dishonesty. Those tormented by pain and hopelessness would leave their last breath vainly searching for a narrow path that would always escape them, but those with clarity in the mind and purity in the soul would be presented with a magnificent Gate and white smiling tigers would lead them in. Alas, so few were the chosen among the human kind that the Realm had begun to seem deserted by the time Medea gave birth to Lady Isolda. Terrified by the imminent isolation of her precious kingdom, and acknowledging that humans were unable to find their way into her lands on their own, she decided to lend a helpful hand. She could not change the way her Realm would behave toward humans; however, she could – and she would – help humans find their way into it.
Instead of waiting for some selected few to complete the arduous journey of transformation and evolution, she would send her daughters among them. Their purpose would be to light the fire in those dark places where fear and ignorance reigned; to teach, to heal and to encourage wretched humans to free themselves of the agony and the despair. All weapons were permissible in this sacred cause; steel and fire, threats and persuasion, cries and whispers, war and seduction. Humans would not be deprived of the supreme happiness to finally live in the Realm of Evolution, and the Realm would not be left to abandonment and desertion. The cause was sacred indeed, but was also strewn with difficulties. Humans would not be easily convinced to free themselves from the chains by which they tied themselves to misery and darkness. They would not easily find the courage to break their bonds with the old patterns, some out of fear for the effort and some because they had abandoned hope. While Lady Isolda’s sisters, scattered in the four corners of the world, gave tremendous fights for the sacred cause, Medea prepared Lady Isolda for her own destiny.
It was sure to be as arduous as the one of her sisters, yet Lady Isolda was blessed by the Fates and marked by Lady Luck. Hope rose again in the Realm. For years the legendary knights of the Realm trained her for war and the Priests taught her the marvels of the Universe; enchanting ladies gave her ancient weapons of seduction; the Prophets taught her to interpret the signs and the Mystics revealed for her sake the secrets of life and death. When Medea and the Council of Seven Sages decided that she was ready, Lady Isolda was a young woman in her twenties, already shaped to what she shall be until the day she leaves the lands of mortals and returns to the World of Ideals where she truly belongs.
Her blonde hair is now to her heels and her bizarre eyes shine on her pale face. It may be odd at first to look at these eyes, the one being black like the darkest dungeons on earth while the other shines with an emerald glow like the most charming Mediterranean seas... However, thanks to these eyes she is blessed with the rare ability to see both the dark and light in others. Be aware should you wish to avoid being charmed by her and shut your eyes in her presence if you’d rather keep your secrets hidden deep in your heart. She wears no jewels, but her Ring of Power, Miracles and Transformation, one of her most precious family heirlooms. Made of gold, the Ring is a square amethyst, the image of a Golden Phoenix being carved with exquisite art on top of the crystal. Her mantles are made of indigo velvet, the same Golden Phoenix being embroidered with gold silk thread right above her Solar Plexus Chakra.
She never hastens and most of the times she doesn’t walk; always with her is her Pegasus, her beloved winged horse with whom she flies. Pegasus had appeared in the Realm most unexpectedly, like the morning thunder. It was a rather gloom day and the Palatines were promenading in the Gardens, keeping silent companion to Medea. Suddenly, an enormous creature appeared in the sky, peacefully flying over their heads. For a while, he flew in circles above the startled faces and only when Medea called him with his name landed his body gracefully and stood in front of her. Medea was certain and the Prophets could only agree with her: Pegasus, the horse Bellerophon rid when he destroyed the Land of Amazons, had left his refugee after thousands of years and had come to find the last descendants of the people he once helped to ruin. Medea thanked the Gods once again for what she believed was another omen for the future happiness of her Realm and decided that Pegasus should from that day accompany and protect her daughter in her quest. And so it happened. Pegasus never lets Lady Isolda out of sight. When he’s not walking next to her side, he bends to let her ride him and together they journey. Sometimes, she fights her fights on his back, and sometimes, scared that her beloved horse might get hurt, she sends him away although she knows he is immortal. He warns her for future dangers and transfers her messages to Medea.
Most of the time he is quiet, especially in the presence of people he doesn’t trust or fancy, but when he is happy he can be rather noisy. Apart from his mistress who he adores, Pegasus becomes ecstatic before Wodin whose golden mantles he simply loves. He is a unique creature, strong and loyal to his mistress, and has become rather spoiled by the love Lady Isolda holds for him in her heart. He only eats rare herbs and delicious games that his mistress hunts and cooks for him and, unless Lady Isolda feeds his yellow sugar cubes to him several times a day, he silently cries sparkling diamond tears; he knows that Lady Isolda is simply overwhelmed with sadness every time he cries these tears.
