The promise of destruction at her fingertips backed by a calm, almost amused gaze, the Red Mage kindles a flame that won’t be denied. Clad in crimson & girt with the the essentials of an adventuring caster, she stands before the burning testament of her power. The very rocks lay scorched and singed in her wake. Nothing can withstand the fire in her mind, once she lays sight on it. In each silken pouch awaits the spark of another spell and, should that fail her, these leather-clad hands are just as apt with a blade... How often has her warm smile preceded a funeral pyre?
 
Guest blurb created by Kyle Haydon of Inkwrought Studios, find out more about our collaborations here.