Deimos's dry rumble was accompanied by various emotions, giving Alys a minute window into the machinations of her her friend's mind. Waving off his apology, she grimaced. "Just once, I wish I would see something actually helpful," she groused. "Instead of all this doom and gloom. Like maybe the location of more seeds for the garden, or something." She sighed heavily. Apparently she was cursed to be the bearer of bad news. In any case, the seer kept an eye out as they approached the pool, looking for any telltale signs of flowers. "If I see anything more, I'll send word," she promised.
She might have said more, but they were interrupted just then by a low growl that had the hair standing up on the back of Alys's neck. From the shadows of the cavern, a burning pair of eyes stared them down. Alys gasped as a Voidforged Fyrhund stepped into the open, its hackles raised, and its otherworldly glare trained squarely on them.
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Voidforged Fyrhunds (Uncommon): The once molten vitality of Fyrhunds is now tainted by the void, transforming them into Voidforged Fyrhunds. The black armor plating that once protected them takes on a shadowy, ethereal quality, and their eyes burn with an otherworldly flame. Instead of breathing traditional fire, they exhale void-touched flames that can consume not just physical matter but also the essence of magic itself. Their territorial nature becomes more pronounced, and they guard their nests with a malevolent intensity, threatening both the physical and magical balance of The Climb.
She might have said more, but they were interrupted just then by a low growl that had the hair standing up on the back of Alys's neck. From the shadows of the cavern, a burning pair of eyes stared them down. Alys gasped as a Voidforged Fyrhund stepped into the open, its hackles raised, and its otherworldly glare trained squarely on them.
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Voidforged Fyrhunds (Uncommon): The once molten vitality of Fyrhunds is now tainted by the void, transforming them into Voidforged Fyrhunds. The black armor plating that once protected them takes on a shadowy, ethereal quality, and their eyes burn with an otherworldly flame. Instead of breathing traditional fire, they exhale void-touched flames that can consume not just physical matter but also the essence of magic itself. Their territorial nature becomes more pronounced, and they guard their nests with a malevolent intensity, threatening both the physical and magical balance of The Climb.
alys glasse
waiting for the right mind to drive insane
