Nykira Ammath, Female French Noble/Warrior A principal character from a Hawkmoon campaign, a variant of the RPG Stormbringer, set in the “Tragic Millennium Earth” of Michael Moorcock’s novels. H3-6 – The Rewards of Virtue: “You saved me from a fate worse than death,” Nykira said in a sincerely grateful tone as she turned her eyes toward Syn. She knew he was there; watching as she donned her armor. “Tarl promised you his life until he repays you for saving it. So what reward should I give from your virtue?” “Virtue?” Syn mocked with a sly smile. “I have been called many things… But virtuous is not one of them.” Even her full plate armor suggested the sensual form beneath, and in Syn’s mind’s eye he still saw her naked as she had been from the first moment he saw her, bond to a depravedly Lawful torture machine, until just now. “Virtuous or not,” Nykira cooed seductively while a coy smile turned her lips and she slid up to him, “you should be rewarded for what you’ve done… so I am yours… any time you want, anywhere you want and any way you want.” Then she punctuated her promise by drawing his lips to hers in a deep and passionate kiss. She did not understand his statement about not being a man but a Dragon Lord of Melnibone, a place she had never heard of before, but she knew he had bedded the Granbretan bitch that had delighted in inflicting the worse agony she had ever endured upon her, time and time again, for nothing but entertainment, so he had to be a man where it counted most… At least she truly hoped so. Syn had traveled nearly the whole breadth and width of the Young Kingdoms, and had several human lovers; each of which had her own unique allure and grace. So the prospect of enjoying this bold Norman beauty’s company while he sought a way back to his own world appealed to him greatly. But they still had to escape Londra and Granbretan before he could claim the reward she promised him. “That will have to wait for a more suitable venue,” Syn teased as he slid his arm around her and ushered her back into the torture chamber… and the reality of the nearly impossible odds they still faced. “What do we do with them now?” Tarl asked, motioning toward Edwar and Lysabeth, still bond to their own mechanical torture devices, but now gaged so their pleas and threats were no longer comprehensible. “We leave them to the mercy of their own creations,” Syn replied, his eyes roaming across Lysabeth’s naked body one last time, while reaching out and tapping the controls that brought their mechanized horrors to life.