As tensions grew between the Church of the Will and the Astrologers’ College, Taliara sought a life beyond the streets of Somnum and the prying eyes of the conflicting institutions. Her faith long dead, she severed ties with the Church, forsaking her knighthood and home. Her travels eventually brought her to the moon-kissed sands of the Pallid Coast, where she met a peculiar woman garbed in crow feathers and wreathed in arcane light. The two became infatuated with one another, and, with the passing of a few moons, infatuation gave way to love.
When Taliara absconded from Somnum, Willful Knight Althiel intercepted her at the city’s edge. With tensions between the Church of the Will and the Astrologers’ College coming to a head, he sought to make an example of her. His efforts would be in vain. Though Althiel shattered her blade, Taliara claimed his arm, and with it his flail.
I’m sure, but a good 1/3 of the women in my family are of this body type, and from my experience and observation (Goodness that sounded wrong) It’s disproportionate.