Maea
And I never know what to say
'Til I'm already walking away
Well, damn. What had looked like perfectly solid ground proved to be anything but. All it took was one misstep before Maea found herself sinking. Unlike before when she had been able to teleport herself out of these situations, she found herself thoroughly stuck. Wriggling about only made her sink deeper, and it wasn't until she was already waist deep that she stopped moving.
In the distance she could hear voices calling back and forth. Looking around for the people who were speaking, Maea caught sight of a fallen tree. It didn't look too badly rotten; she unshouldered one strap of the backpack and dug into it for the ropet, then shrugged the bag back on.
Tying both pieces of the chakram to one end of the rope, she gave it a test tug to make sure her knot held. Then she swung the rope over her head, letting it pick up speed - and sent it flying towards the tree, in the hopes that the sharp weapon would bite into the wood.
If it worked, she would try to haul herself out of the quicksand, crawling and half swimming towards the tree, and what she hoped was solid ground.
Maea ties the rope to her chakram and throws it at a fallen tree, then tries to haul herself up.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Lasracha | A pair of chakrams. The outer rim of these throwing discs are sharpened to a razor's edge, and glint with a curious crimson. Imbued with fire, they burn as well as they cut.
**Edited bc of faulty table
In the distance she could hear voices calling back and forth. Looking around for the people who were speaking, Maea caught sight of a fallen tree. It didn't look too badly rotten; she unshouldered one strap of the backpack and dug into it for the ropet, then shrugged the bag back on.
Tying both pieces of the chakram to one end of the rope, she gave it a test tug to make sure her knot held. Then she swung the rope over her head, letting it pick up speed - and sent it flying towards the tree, in the hopes that the sharp weapon would bite into the wood.
If it worked, she would try to haul herself out of the quicksand, crawling and half swimming towards the tree, and what she hoped was solid ground.
Maea ties the rope to her chakram and throws it at a fallen tree, then tries to haul herself up.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Lasracha | A pair of chakrams. The outer rim of these throwing discs are sharpened to a razor's edge, and glint with a curious crimson. Imbued with fire, they burn as well as they cut.
**Edited bc of faulty table
Wanna punch you in the face
But I won't, but I might, but I won't
