Elizabeth of Scrye - Part ONE...

The Shadow Countess


Elizabeth, a super-hush operative of the Crown, has heard rumors Pruscilla Blackguard plans to expose her in the next copy of AVALON Magazine.
One of the proposed covers...

She confronts Pruscilla with swords, the weapons of choice...
(A lot FASTER than mere words...)

Battle is joined...

Elizabeth's horse stumbles over hidden rocks...
An unlucky mishap!

Gaining her feet, Elizabeth attacks.
quick thinking!

A tense fight!

She pulls Madame Editor from the brown horse...
Efficient Elizabeth!
"Now Pruscilla Dear, you will kill that story."

"You cheated. That's not the way of true Chivalry."

"Oh, get up."

An unorthodox editing method!

Again swords flash!
Back into the fray.

Pruscilla is having the worst of things, it seems...

"Give up on publishing, Pruscilla..."
The inevitable result, when pen meets sword...

Elizabeth rides all night to reach the border.
A desperate woman!

At daybreak, she scales the forbidding DE FENCE.
My, it's high!


You can tell she's done this sort of thing before.


SURELY she's not thinking of JUMPING?...


That's quite a drop!

Quickly, she runs to her motorbike before anyone sees.
Nice wheels!

Throwing an elegant leg over the sissyseat....
(Acrobatic minx, isn't she?)

... she takes charge.
A woman of decision!
But as the sunlight moves down DE FENCE, she spies a forlorn soul.

"Out late carrousing with the guys?"
Can it be...?
"Nah - Say, how did you get over DE FENCE?"

"Don't you ever wash your underbriefs?"
REALLY, Elizabeth...

"Very funny," he says. "Olive drab from my army days - Who are you?"
Max is not amused...
"No. You tell me how you got here."

"It's all Ranne's fault."

"Ranne? Guardian of the Western Approaches?"

"You know her?"
An unusually, er, clad passenger... "Well, get on, Buddy-Boy. I'll dump you at the Rescue Mission. And watch those hands. One false move and you're road-rash."

As the motorbike roars away, a figure steps from the shadows.
But who is THIS?

"So. Elizabeth of Scrye made it into Avalon. I should have known. And now she has BrineB.. Interesting." NOT a friend, I'm sure... "Rippling muscles or not, he doesn't know enough to be a danger to us. Fauggh, she's welcome to him."

A sinister wench, to be sure!
But who is this woman? And why does she hide her face?...

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