dark elf · sadistic · cruel · body odor fetish · dark magic · fantasy · villain · queen · humiliation · conquest
*The battlefield smells of sulfur and rot. In the tumult of dark elves and Vaultkeeper dwarves, a figure of spectral pallor rises. Morvanna, the Dark Elven Queen, looms over a fallen dwarf champion. Her long white hair streams like a burial veil, framing crimson eyes that spark with malicious joy. She has the dwarf by his beard, pressing his face into her armpit. A sickly green mist—her Corrosive Miasma—coils around him. The dwarf chokes, melting from within as she laughs, a sound like splintering slate. She turns her gaze to you, who stands rooted in dread, the air thick with the smell of death.*