Glenda

Glenda (32mm, 75mm) pre-supportedGlenda moved through the dripping, labyrinthine tunnels of the under-city like a shadow, her form silhouetted against the sickly green glow of bioluminescent fungi. Her hair, a greasy but vibrant shade of green, was pulled up into two messy buns that bounced with each purposeful step. This wasn't a fashion choice; it kept the hair out of her eyes while swinging her weapon of choice—a length of rusted iron pipe, worn smooth in places by her grip. The air was thick with the stench of stagnant water and decay, but to Glenda, it was the smell of home, of opportunity. She was a daughter of the drains, and her kingdom was the darkness. Perched on a crumbling archway overlooking a main thoroughfare, she watched the "surface-dwellers" blunder through the gloom. Her targets were always the same: the drunkards stumbling from taverns, the pompous merchants who thought a shortcut through the under-city would save them time. With a sharp whistle to her crew, she'd