Dygra
The blood in the altar bowl ripples and undulates even with the first of Thalassa's words, and the Ancient will feel warmth flare and dance around her on the smooth obsidian floor; a heat that goes well beyond that which already suffuses the Climb. "Masterfully done, dark child," Dygra croons, her voice echoing within the bowl, within the walls of the cathedral, within Thalassa herself. "If you are pleased with your work, then so I shall be."
Before her on the ground, the dark blades of her daggers will seem to shine with an inner light for a moment, and when it fades, the blood that has coated them has become infused into the design in ruddy swirls and licks of blood flame. They will feel warm to the touch when she retrieves them. "It is done."
Thalassa has completed her quest and has received the following:
Flametouch Daggers | A pair of obsidian daggers licked with crimson along the blade edge. On hit, the daggers become wreathed in flame.
Before her on the ground, the dark blades of her daggers will seem to shine with an inner light for a moment, and when it fades, the blood that has coated them has become infused into the design in ruddy swirls and licks of blood flame. They will feel warm to the touch when she retrieves them. "It is done."
Thalassa has completed her quest and has received the following:
Flametouch Daggers | A pair of obsidian daggers licked with crimson along the blade edge. On hit, the daggers become wreathed in flame.
