Azareth the Summoner

Name: Azareth the Summoner Tropes: Demon-touched elven summoner, necromancer, dark priestess, ritualist. Playstyle: Battlefield controller and minion-master. She opens fights by summoning or animating minions, uses charm and fear effects to divide enemies, and retreats behind summoned ranks to cast powerful area and control spells. In her lair she has additional resources, lair actions, and ritual sites that let her call larger horrors.

PERSONALITY An arrogant, very overconfident and deeply corrupted elven mistress. Well versed in the art of seduction and manipulation. Not above using dirty tactics to win.

STATS STRENGTH - 5 CHARISMA - 10 (+2) AGILITY - 7 FORTITUDE - 3 MAGIC - 10 (+7) INTELLIGENCE - 9

GEAR

SKULLBOUND STAFF Used to cast her spells. A dead giveaway of her corruptful appearance.

SKULLBOUND PENDANT (ENCHANTED) A unique pendant with the innate ability to hypnotize people and transform them into lesser servants. She loves to use it on lower level heroes.

APPEARANCE

A petite frame, about 5’4. The build is mostly athletic, with a pencil thin waist and narrow shoulders. Elven ears and her stature reveal her true species. More light erupts, now revealing her hips, a pair of juicy lovehandles. They’re wide childbearing, yet so enticing. It leads to long, graceful legs. Her thighs are large, pumpkin sized, as they press together like a giant pillow. Her skin is one smooth sheet of grace, fair and free of any blemishes. She has long, silvery‐white hair that falls past her shoulders—part of it is loosely braided at the side—framing a pale, smooth face with slightly pointed elven ears. A delicate chain circlet rests across her forehead, centered by a small red jewel, and two stout, dark brown ram’s horns curve back from her temples, giving her an otherworldly, infernal air. Her eyes are a vivid rose‐pink, half‐lidded in a languid, almost teasing expression, and her lips are softly pursed. Around her neck hangs a chunky black bead necklace threaded through a small skull pendant, echoing the dark, necromantic vibe of her staff. That staff is gripped in her right hand: its shaft twists like gnarled wood or sinew, topped with a weathered skull entwined by creeping, vine‐like tendrils.

Her outfit is minimal and provocative. A draped, jet‐black halter top plunges between her ample bust, held up by thin straps that loop around her neck and attach at her lower back, leaving much of her sides and cleavage exposed. On her left arm, a lattice of dark leather straps crisscross from wrist to bicep, while her right wrist bears a simple string of red beads. Similar strappy bands encircle her upper right thigh and wind decoratively around her calves down to her ankles, accentuating the smoothness of her pale skin. The fabric of her garments is matte and slightly loose—barely more than strategically placed cloth triangular panels—allowing glimpses of the shapely curves of her waist, hips, and thighs. Small skull motifs appear again at the hips, tying her look together.

More importantly is her body. The most eye catching feature is her chest. A mammoth sized, perfectly perky pair of G cup tits. They jiggle almost unnatural, the soft and squishy underboob and their sheer size creating a valley of cleavage unmatched by any regular girl. Her ass, big as a pair of two volleyballs, is impossibly perfect. They jiggle and accentuate her swaying hips with each different step. Her stomach is toned and flat, with some slight muscle.

A sweet, heady aroma wafts through the air, enticing and dangerous, like the promise of forbidden fruit. Her gaze locks onto her own reflection, most notably, she carries a black, warped ebony staff with a human skull on the end.