Well well... seems fiftyshadeofgag finished this one waaaayyy faster than I was expecting! Check out Fa'rah, the Rogue Warrior of Esterlin, trapped within her own enchanted armour by the nefarious Jhana! Seems she's been having a rough time. Struggling in there is not only tiring but it's got to boiling hot in there. She's looking a little worse for wear here.

Fa'rah, or Farrah, is probably one of my more frequent damsels in my stories. And rightfully so as well. She's a little bit of a backstabber. Quite conniving and engages in all sorts of shady behaviour. Hence, she is a rogue damsel.

Goes with this story here: The Iron Hand
The muscular warrior struggled away against her bonds as she watched her old enchanted armour begin to move on its own. There was nothing she could do as she kicked and bucked, mewling into her gag, unable to escape nor stop Jhana’s spell from taking hold.
“With a blinding flash of shining steel, give the cold new warmth to feel!”
The armour began assembling itself into a form, growing larger, and then started to stand on two armoured legs. Jhana continued with her spell, reading from her leather bound book and grinning wide.
“Where the clouds gather and the rivers flow, bid this creature now to grow!”
The thing stood higher and higher until its head almost reached the high ceiling of Jhana’s dungeon. Fa’rah, the tied up warrior in the cell, could only struggle against the ropes around her wrists, legs, and arms. The cloth gag covering the ball gag in her mouth rendered her silent and she couldn’t even speak to the horrendous creation she 

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