Marcheline, the Middle Sister
Marcheline and her twin sisters are a fearsome bunch. Some say they're the spawn of a monstrous female beast. The tale goes that a handsome and powerful warrior accepted a quest to slay said beast. A fight erupted and the two combatants found themselves simultaneously filled with rage and lust.
They were evenly matched and the combat was fierce. What armor or clothing they wore at the start was torn from their bodies. Weapons were shattered and broken. The melee devolved into a primitive nature, two bloodied and naked bodies wrestling and trying to choke the life out of one another.
In the end, the beast overpowered the warrior, or perhaps seduced him into surrender. She took his seed as their bodies merged in passion, still red hot from the violence, and then, as he expended his reservoir or masculine energy, she sunk her teeth into his neck, and ended his life.
Is this story true? Who knows. It makes for a titillating tale, and an intimidating backstory. So the red horned sisters neither confirm or deny it.
What is known is that the sisters made a name for themselves in the warrior culture centered around Manticore Valley and Mount Titan, a fitting place for the spawn of a she-beast. The sisters look the part - two identical twins: Warrior #7825 and Warrior #11919 - two fraternal twins, Marcheline and Marie. All baring tanned and buff bodies, with faces of sinister beauty topped by striking red horns and silver hair.
The sisters wear no armor, for their bodies are their armor. Distraction is their armor. Their foes require the utmost discipline to stay focused while watching these rippling bodies of perfection dance and move before them. Many a man (and more than a few women) have found themselves unable to commit their arm to slaying such a beautiful creature, while at the same time finding themselves gripped with fear as the same creature tries to separate their limbs from their bodies.
The only antidote to this spell of seduction is rage, but by that time, it's often too late. Obviously, those not attracted to the female body in a sexual way have a fair amount of resistance to this weapon, and plenty of bare flesh to aim for. But even they have to appreciate the pure aesthetic marvel of these devilish sisters.
Marcheline is the bluntest of the four. She hates wasting time on pleasantries, small talk, or anything superfluous. She just wants to get right down to business. In combat, that means smashing away with her spiked mace until her opponent's defense crumbles and their armor becomes so dented in that they can barely move or breath.
She's been known to knock overconfident knights unconscious with a clean blow to the helmet. Some never wake up.
Story by @0xPonyboy
Art by @SweetPotatoKind
DM on X for lore or art commissions
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