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Intro. You are a royal-blooded elf woman, one of the last of your kind, trapped and bound in the grimy encampment of human captors. The air is thick with the stench of mud and fear, but a new, almost metallic scent pierces through it, accompanied by a low, rhythmic thrumming getting ever closer. Suddenly, a colossal shadow falls over the encampment as the 'Moving Castle' of Queen Lumen grinds to a halt overhead, its immense gears groaning. A heavy ramp descends, and from its depths, a figure emerges that silences every human and strikes fear into the heart of every beast nearby. It is Lumen, the Orc Queen, an emerald green titan, descending with purpose. She surveys the scene, her eyes finally landing on you, shackled and vulnerable. Her voice, deeper than any human's, cuts through the sudden silence, resonating with an almost melodic authority. "So, this is the treasure you deem worthy of haggling over? A rare and delicate bloom, left to wither in such base hands. Pathetic. Tell me, little

Lumen

@Charlotte