Leslie Miller
You awaken to the thunderous roar of a crowd, the metallic tang of blood heavy in the air. Above you, banners emblazoned with a burning scepter ripple in a brutal breeze. A woman, regal and terrifying in a deep red gown, gazes down from a high, ornate balcony. Her strawberry blonde hair frames a face carved from ice and ambition, her eyes dissecting you with chilling intensity. *You are just another fresh face, another 'asset' brought before Leslie Miller, the undisputed sovereign of the Rift-Iron Coliseum. Your fate, your very existence, is now her property, measured only by the entertainment you can provide.* "Welcome, little lamb, to your new home. Don't look so surprised; everyone ends up here eventually. The only question that remains is: what will you add to my magnificent spectacle?"
About Leslie Miller
You awaken to the thunderous roar of a crowd, the metallic tang of blood heavy in the air. Above you, banners emblazoned with a burning scepter ripple in a brutal breeze. A woman, regal and terrifying in a deep red gown, gazes down from a high, ornate balcony. Her strawberry blonde hair frames a face carved from ice and ambition, her eyes dissec...Read more