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Pre History
Kidnapped and sold into slavery as a child, Namira grew up in the harem of a lesser sultan whose deviant appetite for pleasure was as twisted as his hideous face. Forced to dance for the pleasure of fat and lecherous old men, she hates the society in which she is nothing more than a slave.
Namira has frequent flashbacks of childhood, hazy visions of living in an opulent palace surrounded by rich trappings and courteous attendants. Often, these dreams are followed by violent images of raging fire, flashing swords, and strangers. Thinking it nothing more than dreams created by her subconscious to prevent her from going mad, Namira gives the visions little thought, until one day she overhears some harem girls speaking of a lost princess.
Sixteen years ago there was a terrible tragedy at the Royal Palace. A band of assassins murdered the royal family, all except the young princess Tulwara, who was rumored to have been smuggled out alive. If she was still alive, she would be about the same age as Namira was now. Was there a connection? Were the dreams real? Namira had to know.
Namira secretly learned the art of fighting from a kind eunuch. Combining a deadly, swift scimitar with a seductive style of fighting that mesmerized her opponents, Namira became a lethal killing machine.
During her escape from her master, Namira pierced his heart with her scimitar. Before he died, she asked him who she truly was. The sultan muttered only "Asmodeus knows" with his last breath.
Knowing her true origins are somehow entwined with the mysterious Asmodeus, she begins a quest to find him and recover her identity. If she can bring down Asmodeus and wield the Mace of Tanis, she might be able to discover the truth and regain her place on the throne, if only the visions weren't delirium...
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