Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Cool water brought sweet relief as it wiped pain and dread from her body and soul. With a faint aftertaste of earth lingering on her tongue, as though it had been drawn from the roots of mountains, Maea rallied and rushed back into the battle. Dreadful scenes of fire and skeletal figures registered briefly on the way, but her focus was on the instigator, who would not be long for this world if she had any say in the matter.Getting tired of my own words
The Villi's scream had every hair on her body standing up in dread. As the ground shook beneath her feet and more barrows threatened to open in answer to the dreadful summon, the pale Ancient drew on every spark of fire she possessed and hurled it all at the specter. And held it, maintaining a blazing inferno for as long as she could, needing that awful song to cease.
Maea moves back into range and uses Scorch on the Spectral Villi, hoping to take her out.
Scorch (Ancient): Can generate and manipulate flames within a 30ft radius, pulling heat from the environment or their own body.
Type: Dark | Rank: Mastered
Type: Grey | Style: Defensive | Level: Upgraded
Valair Armour | A beautiful black dress lined with crimson, stronger by far than it appears. This item blocks physical damage. Requires a 3 post cooldown between uses.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
