It's a story everyone's heard before. It transcends time, genre, and even other universes. A hero faces off against a cruel villain to rescue a fair maiden.
Anyone could break free from a simple trap like this--and that's why Tsarista has engineered a little twist. Instead of overpowering Legionnaires with villains of her creation, she will set them against the villains among themselves.
Three Legionnaires found themselves within the crumbling walls of what was once a great stone castle. Most of the wooden roof had rotted away long ago, leaving nothing to protect them from the rumbling gray clouds threatening rain overhead. Grass grew between the large flat stones that made up the floor and thick green moss crawled up and down the walls. A fire crackled in a tremendous hearth that was protected from the elements by the last remaining portion of the roof.
There by the fireside, a figure in a regal white and gold dress was tied tightly to a chair. Behind the chair stood Videl, dressed in a luxurious red gown with intricate embroidery and a plunging neckline that left very little to the imagination. Two crooked black horns grew out of either side of her head, draped in silver and jewels. In her left hand, she held a black scepter topped with a flaming orb.
"Oh, you foolish hero," she chided, gaze directed not her captive, but across the empty stone expanse of the old castle where stood a gallant figure bearing sword and shield. "Trying to rescue my dear princess, are you?"
Rescue the Princess - Fareeha, Vance, and Videl
Anyone could break free from a simple trap like this--and that's why Tsarista has engineered a little twist. Instead of overpowering Legionnaires with villains of her creation, she will set them against the villains among themselves.
Three Legionnaires found themselves within the crumbling walls of what was once a great stone castle. Most of the wooden roof had rotted away long ago, leaving nothing to protect them from the rumbling gray clouds threatening rain overhead. Grass grew between the large flat stones that made up the floor and thick green moss crawled up and down the walls. A fire crackled in a tremendous hearth that was protected from the elements by the last remaining portion of the roof.
There by the fireside, a figure in a regal white and gold dress was tied tightly to a chair. Behind the chair stood Videl, dressed in a luxurious red gown with intricate embroidery and a plunging neckline that left very little to the imagination. Two crooked black horns grew out of either side of her head, draped in silver and jewels. In her left hand, she held a black scepter topped with a flaming orb.
"Oh, you foolish hero," she chided, gaze directed not her captive, but across the empty stone expanse of the old castle where stood a gallant figure bearing sword and shield. "Trying to rescue my dear princess, are you?"