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The stone forms of the Maedar

The first stands here, the woman who awoke the Maedar and now stands as a silent statue in remembrance of her eternal fate. She was a slender woman with the kind of small but curved form that hints of a mixture of human and elven blood rolled into the same woman with small breasts and hips though those curves are only highlighted by her pose in death. She stands with one arm extended with fingers spread upwards as if to shield her face from what she saw while her other hand had been making its’ way to her lips before she was frozen for eternity. Her rich hair trails all the way from her head to her slender waist. She is in nothing, though her flesh has become nothing but white marble which gleams in the pale light of this strange domain. She stares forward, eyes wide and lips parted in what could have been the beginning of a scream. She had a lovely face frozen in perhaps horror. She had features suggestive of nobility in life with a perfectly shaped nose and full lips framed in skin