I'll drown eventually so don't save me
Said and done, the void creature erupted in flame and was reduced to ashes in minutes. Admiring the magical pyre with mingled envy and delight, Maea observed the cremation with rapt attention in case anything interesting would happen to it under the touch of flame. But when nothing exciting occurred, she eventually got to her feet with a sigh. Ready to head out again.
The rustle in the underbrush had her stop dead before ever taking a step. Scarred hands went straight back to the chakram. Barely breathing, she scanned the dense vegetation for any sign of what caused the noise, and made ready to react; either fight or flee, depending on the need. While it was tempting to rush off into the forest, she knew better than to leave the group. Seasoned fighter she was not, but neither was the that green of a recruit.
And a quiet, sensible part of her admitted that it was quite reassuring to have so many broad shouldered men to hide behind, if the need arose. Not that she'd ever admit it out loud.
Maea grabs her daggers to be ready for a fight, and tries to spot whatever is making the noise.
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.
The rustle in the underbrush had her stop dead before ever taking a step. Scarred hands went straight back to the chakram. Barely breathing, she scanned the dense vegetation for any sign of what caused the noise, and made ready to react; either fight or flee, depending on the need. While it was tempting to rush off into the forest, she knew better than to leave the group. Seasoned fighter she was not, but neither was the that green of a recruit.
And a quiet, sensible part of her admitted that it was quite reassuring to have so many broad shouldered men to hide behind, if the need arose. Not that she'd ever admit it out loud.
Maea grabs her daggers to be ready for a fight, and tries to spot whatever is making the noise.
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.
Maea
