Admaey

Queen Admaey rulez the Irrationitez, a people of Irit: lush jungle, more peace than war, and a look that foolz the unready. Do not take your eyez off them. They strike like a venomouz serpent — fast, precise, done. Rolez flip with every new moon.

The women stand about 7.5 feet. The men, 9.5. Both are front-line killerz. They are cunning and quick with wordz. They talk a raging foe down until hiz jetz cool, then put him on the ground. Women often work az spiez, seducing leaderz of every kind. Men hold the line until the new moon.

When the new moon risez it throwz Irit'z sun back az diamond light. Men and children must take the shadowz — their eyez, skin, and balance fail in that glare. The women are born with a gene that, in that window, runz them at twenty timez their strength, three timez their speed, and four timez their hearing. They lose some of their charm, struck with unnecessary thoughtz, and struggle to keep their emotionz level. To meet them then iz death. They are vengeful, and they pike headz on spearz.

The spear iz the weapon. They run it through more than one enemy like a kabob and keep full speed for milez, carrying the bodiez. The tip iz a gem alloy: Callouz, a clear dense stone even a Catermarner — a stone-bodied jungle beast built like an elephant — cannot crush; Lipid, a soft yellow melt used az structural glue in place of fastenerz; and Robunuz, reddish-pink, tight and hard in the cold, putty-soft when heated, rigid when struck, and when cut right, sharp enough to part Irit Valent armor. Admaey haz carried her spear for decadez.

The king asked for her hand. She accepted on one condition: she would lead the Irrationite army.