“A master of strange toxins and paralyzing venoms makes Taskmaster Beatrix a terrifying force to reckon with. Covering the Battlefeild in maddening aromas, she brings out uncontrollable behavior for all but the strongest. Those who can resist going mad end up nearly paralyzed, leaving them at the mercy of the combatants.”
…basically she stank…
Anywho, Bweatrice is the newest foe from God knows where ready to tear you up! Long lasting friends and loyal companions have fallen for her trap and it’s up to you to save them! Do you have what it takes?
sorry guys, no emil double post today it seems 
Summary
As the fires burned away what was left of the poision, Sajj breathed a sigh of relief. The toxins had done little more than keep her in place, but the same could not be said of what was left of her foes. Those poor bastards, did a shred of their sanity manage to make it through Beatrix’s brutal aromatic testing? No matter, with their bodies burned away all Sajj could do was pray that Eyos have mercy on their souls. It was then that she remembered that the battlegrounds were still about to collapse! She gathered her friends in the folds of her attire and phased down the steps. Just in time too as the scarred arena quickly lost what floatation magycks were left in it’s systems. As it crashed down into the mountains below, Sajj quickly checked over her limp entourage.
“Fal! Fal wake up!” After much shaking of the boots, Fal’s eyes slowly opened.
“Fal, are you with me? Say something!”
As relieved as she was, Sajj was still unsure of what effects the poisons might have had on her companion.
“Sajj…I need, i need…”
“Yes, what do you need?!”
“I need…a tailor… Because I ripped my pants!”
“…why do I even bother…”
