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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the mystical vampire huntress adopts a powerful posture, her form shrouded in mystery as she stands against her foes. With an over-the-shoulder view, her bespoke warrior ensemble decorated with onyx tracery and darkness symbols shimmers under starlight, throwing spectral forms across the landscape. In this imposing Victory Position, she reveals her commanding nature through her midnight warrior garb and bearing, embodying her might and self-assurance in instances of crisis.
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