Where her new-found blade had been at the ready while they skulked through the misshapen corridors of the pyramid, Kismet stepped forth, for she was not one to let others talk for her, resting its tip against the floor. Her mane unfurled and shone lightly, granting her an air of flame hidden behind her shoulders broad.
"I am Kismet, needing no name of family, titled 'Lumina', 'tis what I am"
she bowed;
"my liege is his Majesty Isambard Karellion of Brandburg, Propugnator of justice and Warden of Man, Custodian of Civilization and the Legacy of Lohengrin",
with this, she raised a hand, and motes of light formed a coat of arms in detail, shining silver, a mighty fort of sapphire, surrounded by countless flames, yet touched by none, three silver falcons charging above.
Her display was practiced, and ever fanned resolve within her, as she reminisced of days of more mundane service, as a herald, where the coat of arms would bear instant recognition and respect, and acted as it very much so should, in this foreign wilderness where no road ever led.
The emblazoned shield was replaced as the motes dispersed, to gather once more in the shape of the western lands, where in the northwest, on isles and coasts, Brandburg thrust the torch of civilization into the untamed wilderness, its progress over a thousand years, shown by a luminous tide of flickering gold against the blue of unclaimed land.
She was especially proud of this one, and a smiled as she recalled how the king, hosting snobbish southern slobs, who had never stood at the front of war, yet dared to call themselves kings, had called her to display their conquest. Back then, she had even added little flames when her sovereign told of valiant battles.
"I am but one of his valkyries, yet know that my will and word are his,
to retrieve what was stolen, I come to claim a much precious piece.
This I speak, in the name of the crown, with nothing that my heart would hide.
I would offer my blade and enlist your aid, for our goals may well coincide."
With that, she let the motes of light return to darkness, out of sight, slowly sink into the ground, until their new purpose was found.