She is the master, looking down from the edge of space and time, flesh and steel intertwined. Living in a land of grace and glory, if only in her mind, she often envisions epic battles of studly long haired men gleaming from sweat, with the wonderful soundtrack of axes and shields clashing when steel meets steel. Swords drawn, held high, their whips and armor shine, and in the last hour they become a slave to the power of death... She could go on, but this of course, is the end of a tale that wasn't right.