I'm the bad guy.
Shrugging her shoulders at the decision to stick together, Thal followed behind the others, her eyes alert and hands hovering over her daggers. Something felt off about it all. She couldn't quite tell what, but all the clues pointed to something dangerous lurking in the woods, and when her gaze caught on the tattered remains of a suit of armor, suspiciously ivory pieces poking from within.
About to verbalize her growing apprehension, multiple things began to fall around them at once, Maea let out a strange sound that she might have laughed at if a too-many-armed purple creature hadn't been among the falling debris. Without Hadama's warning, she was already lunging back, her daggers suddenly in her hands. At least they'd found the presumed source. Not lingering on the thought too much, she let a single dagger fly, already preparing her magic to follow up the attack.
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Thalassa throws one of her daggers at the Void River Star.
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.
About to verbalize her growing apprehension, multiple things began to fall around them at once, Maea let out a strange sound that she might have laughed at if a too-many-armed purple creature hadn't been among the falling debris. Without Hadama's warning, she was already lunging back, her daggers suddenly in her hands. At least they'd found the presumed source. Not lingering on the thought too much, she let a single dagger fly, already preparing her magic to follow up the attack.
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Thalassa throws one of her daggers at the Void River Star.
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.
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