Isabella Kordis + NSFW (75mm, 120mm) Pre-supported
Isabella Kordis, with hair like spun gold and eyes the color of a summer sky, was the most beautiful apprentice to ever grace the Great Swordsman’s hall. She was also, by a significant margin, the most dim-witted. While other students pored over treatises on footwork and leverage, Isabella would be distracted by a pretty butterfly or her own reflection in a polished shield. Yet, on the day of choosing her weapon, she bypassed the rapiers and slender dueling blades, her gaze settling instead on Oathkeeper, a massive two-handed greatsword. It was a weapon of brute force and grim purpose, utterly unsuited for her delicate frame. She dragged it from the rack with a grating shriek of metal, a beatific smile on her lips, utterly oblivious to the master’s face-palm of despair that followed.
The long, arduous path to mastering the greatsword was paved with dropped weapons, stumbled forms, and comical over-swings that nearly took out fellow students. But Isabella remained undeterred, for she possessed a far more effective weapon she had mastered since birth: her breathtaking beauty. When a training dummy proved too stubborn, a tearful pout and a fluttering of her long lashes would convince a smitten boy to chop it for her. When her forms were incorrect, a dazzling smile and a compliment about his strength would make the weapons master sigh and readjust her grip himself. She believed she was learning, one charming smile at a time. The real lesson, however—that true strength comes from within—was one she had yet to discover, waiting for her at the end of the road she was so deftly avoiding.
