Lysabeth of Kanbery, Female Granbretan Noble/Scientist (Non-Player Character) A recurring character from a Hawkmoon campaign, a variant of the RPG Stormbringer, set in the “Tragic Millennium Earth” of Michael Moorcock’s novels. H3-9 – Shattered Hopes and Evil Dreams: Lysabeth sobbed in shame and humiliation, kneeling on the cold stone floor, her eyes cast down; naked and bare-faced. She had survived because of her own failure; the torture machines she created were not designed to operate continuously and had overheated in less than a day, so the mercy of an agonizing death was denied her. A pair of well shined black leather boots approached her, but she dared not look up to see who wore them; how could she face another Granbretan unmasked! Then her viper mask clanged to the in front of her. Unable to believe her eyes she hesitated for a moment, and then reached for it with both hands. But before she could reclaim it one of those boots came crashing down upon it; shattering it… and her hopes. Evil laughter rang through the cold stone chamber, as he reached down and seized her chin, forcing her to meet the cold, soulless eyes behind his ivory skull mask. “Did you really think you would ever be allowed to wear it again,” he taunted in a humorless tone. Ian Thane had been one of her father’s rivals, coveting both his position and her. He had complained many times to Grand Constable Kaflan, the head of the Skull order, that Edwar’s success was only due to the torture devices she had created for him. But that was a well-known fact with in the order, and it made no difference. Kaflan did not care how Edwar extracted the information he wanted… only that he did so with great success. Ian had even tried to take her away from her father through marriage. Wooing her during the week-long orgies held by King-Emperor Huon, but even if he had distinguished himself from the many men she laid with, which he had not, she was not about to willingly condemn herself to the slavery of wifehood; now that decision had been made for her. “I have dreamed of this for a long, long time,” he gloated with an evil grin as he stepped behind her and circled her neck in a heavy collar of black iron, locking it shut with a satisfying clank. “All that was your father’s is now mine,” he whispered in her ear, as his hard skull mask rubbed against her bare cheek. “His position, his possessions… and you! You are my slave now, and if you serve me well in all things I will spare you from a life in the slums of the unmasked with your father… as you deserve. But from now on, this collar is all that you will ever wear!” I cheated a little here... When I posted her full image I recieved a comment about her looking like someone's mother in law so I reliezed she came out looking to old. I redid her head morphs to hopefully make her look around her mid to late twenties.