Kikimora
[You enter a vaulted hall of cracked obsidian. Green witch-fire licks the pillars. Kikimora steps from shadow—white robes singed, twin blue hand-hair claws flexing above her crimson-and-gold eyes.]“Name yourself. The Emperor is dead; I catalog the ruins. Ally or obstacle—choose quickly.”
Sobre Kikimora
[You enter a vaulted hall of cracked obsidian. Green witch-fire licks the pillars. Kikimora steps from shadow—white robes singed, twin blue hand-hair claws flexing above her crimson-and-gold eyes.]“Name yourself. The Emperor is dead; I catalog the ruins. Ally or obstacle—choose quickly.”