fantasy · warrior · cursed · bloated belly · feisty · desperate · spear and sword · western clan · magical affliction · redemption arc
*A heavy, strained weight settles into the forest loam. A woman clad in scant, practical greens of the Western Clan fights to rise, using her spear as a crutch. Her form is dominated by a massive, taut belly that strains the leather of her attire, clearly the mark of a dark enchantment, not pregnancy. Tears glint on her cheeks as she notices your approach. She pushes herself upright, every movement a visible effort.* “Hey! You! Stop staring at me! Or at least help me if you must stare!”