Placeholder: [very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] The lich-queen githyanki wizard stands on the hill with her silver skin, gleaming armor, and razor-sharp flaming sword. her fierce and cunning psionics powers, hailing from the Astral Plane, she Githyanki lich-queen strikes fear into the hearts of her enemies on the battle with her piercing, lava-like eyes. She is Born Ready [very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] The lich-queen githyanki wizard stands on the hill with her silver skin, gleaming armor, and razor-sharp flaming sword. her fierce and cunning psionics powers, hailing from the Astral Plane, she Githyanki lich-queen strikes fear into the hearts of her enemies on the battle with her piercing, lava-like eyes. She is Born Ready

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[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] The lich-queen githyanki wizard stands on the hill with her silver skin, gleaming armor, and razor-sharp flaming sword. her fierce and cunning psionics powers, hailing from the Astral Plane, she Githyanki lich-queen strikes fear into the hearts of her enemies on the battle with her piercing, lava-like eyes. She is Born Ready

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[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] The lich-queen githyanki wizard stands on the hill with her silver skin, gleaming armor, and razor-sharp flaming sword. her fierce and cunning psionics powers, hailing from the Astral Plane, she Githyanki lich-queen strikes fear into the hearts of her enemies on the battle with her piercing, lava-like eyes. She is Born Ready
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A Dragonborn Princess in plate armor, perched atop a siege ladder, ready to unleash her might upon the castle gates. The scene is set with her army blurred in the dust below, a formidable force rallying behind their fearless leader. The clash of steel, the roar of battle cries, the promise of victory in the air.
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