What do you get when two ruthless assassins raise their daughter travelling through the wildest reaches of Caido? Take one look at Theea and you'll get a pretty good idea. Cheerful and tenacious in equal measure, and curious beyond all else, she began her journey on a mission to find those her mother once called family. And find them she did, soon rubbing elbows with demigods, leaders and even ghosts from the past. Her determination is resolute, her thirst for knowledge unmatched. We can't wait to see where her next adventure takes her!
Congratulations, Theea!
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Retrieving her own log, Thal returned to the pile, eager to finish the task and be on her way. The fire still lingered under her skin, ready to be released when given the all clear. But then she heard the other woman call out from across the swamp. A quick observation determined that the last piece was out of reach for the woman. However, a rope wasn't something she often carried on her.
Thal scoffed indignantly, having already shown her shift. "No, but I have wings." Without another word, she took on the lyvern form, swooping over the watery mud. She aimed for the floating debris, wings tucked to dip down and scoop it up. Not wanting to get stuck in the mud again, she made sure to keep contact with the surface to a minimum, instead reaching out her claws to grab the log. If she was successful, she'd carry it back to the pile and wait for the others.
Thalassa uses her lyvern shift to retrieve the last piece.
Mastered Item:
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
yes, yes, I am wild I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Melita had been about to offer her own tactics and abilities (the anklet, mostly), when Thalassa had taken it upon herself to snag the final piece. Her eyes widened a fraction, perhaps surprised at the teamwork and camaraderie displayed, but said nothing.
Once they had all clambered back together, the debris secured by the Ancient and brought over to the pile, there was only one thing left to do. “All right. I think we did a fabulous job.” Her grin came out ever more malicious – clearly intent and excited about what was to come. “Now let’s light this bitch.” From there, she snagged at her elemental arrows and her bow, intending to assist in unfurling the flames.
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Find a way to help light the pile of debris on fire! Melita is using her bow and fire arrows.
I am the ocean and the battered shore I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread
Perhaps Thal had shown a strange sense of 'camaraderie,' but she didn't let the momentary lapse in judgement slow her progress. Setting the last piece atop the others, she shifted back to her Ancient form, nonchalantly brushing some dirt from her cloak as she awaited the others.
When they had gathered and Melita had finally given permission to light up the pile of debris, Thal couldn't hide the gleeful grin. Unsheathing her dagger, she struck it along one of the logs, her fangs glinting in the resulting flames. Like a dam breaking, her fire magic burst forward, snagging onto the fire like a lifeline, dragging it forward to find any source of fuel. She guided it to the pile, encouraging it to grow larger, consuming the entirety of the materials.
Thalassa uses her dagger to ignite her fire magic, then lets loose on the pile of debris.
Type: Dark | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Flametouch Daggers | A pair of obsidian daggers licked with crimson along the blade edge. On hit, the daggers become wreathed in flame.
Fire Manipulation: Can manipulate flames. Must be within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent
Type: Dark | Rank: Upgraded
Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are all alight.
Surprise colored Rhiannon's features briefly as Thalassa shifted again; she hadn't thought of this as an option, and she watched with a somewhat bemused expression as the lyvern fetched the last piece of wood. Feeling extraordinarily useless and feeling rather surly as a result, she made her way back to their pile just as Thalassa deposited the remaining piece atop the pyre. When the woman returned to her usual form, Rhi's manners got the better of her, and she offered a half-hearted word of thanks.
Now it was time to light the pyre, and once again, Rhi was woefully underequipped. The only thing she had to offer was her pitifully basic lightning magic, but given that she couldn't create lightning just yet, she was a bit stumped on how that could help. In the end, she rubbed her hands briskly on her thighs, hoping that it would generate enough static electricity that she could manipulate a spark, intending to use it to light a small twig.
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Rhi uses her lightning magic!
Lightning manipulation: Can manipulate lightning. Must be within a 5ft radius, control is weak and unstable and requires concentration.
Type: Dark | Rank: Basic
Mastered Item:
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Mastered
La Verbena | A personal skyboat (schooner) capable of travelling at 2x wagon speeds over most types of terrain. Can accommodate 2 people onboard during flight.
yes, yes, I am wild I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Between all three of them (but mostly Thalassa and Melita, sorry Rhiannon), the pile of rubble, ruin, and void nonsense bolstered into flame. A working conflagration of sparked endeavors and cheeky notions was quite the sight to see – long-enduring embers and shards of violet vehemence smoldering and springing into ash and dust, to be scattered on wind and nothing else. It gave the Honeybee a generous, Cheshire grin again, to stand back and behold the magntitude of what they’d done; conquering the Feverlands, but also bringing things back to fruition. Even if the mud and swamp still kinda sucked.
“Well, that’s all we can do for now,” she brushed her hands together, glancing at both Ancient and Abandoned. “Thanks for the hard work.” At least, presently, they could sleep easy knowing pieces were back in place. And that the Family and void could fuck off.
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Thank you for helping clean up! That’s a wrap!
[FIN]
I am the ocean and the battered shore I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
