The arrow once again softly clicks against something as the vast great moves. In the swirling velvety darkness is the oppressive chant of all the creatures that this fight had drawn out of the woodwork. They know enough to stay back, but how their eagerness fills the air with an anxious fury. The harpy and the sage are woefully outnumbered, vaguely protected from the wrath of the monsters by lantern and luxere light, but optimism can be smothered just like flames can. Rocks pelt out from the sidelines again, the shadow-hid monsters finding themselves antsy as they wait for blood to be spilled.
The swirling bronze light drops suddenly, falling into the stone-statue that is Ru’in. Black and blue eyes flutter open from the ground, staring blindly up at Kiada. “Go on. Tell him you want his soul to stick in some lantern so your friend can endlessly sing at it. Tell him you want to send him away to Mort, so that he’ll never see you again. At least this way he can see you once a year.”
Soul-holding-monster: 250
Kiada: 30
Jigano: 238
The swirling bronze light drops suddenly, falling into the stone-statue that is Ru’in. Black and blue eyes flutter open from the ground, staring blindly up at Kiada. “Go on. Tell him you want his soul to stick in some lantern so your friend can endlessly sing at it. Tell him you want to send him away to Mort, so that he’ll never see you again. At least this way he can see you once a year.”
Soul-holding-monster: 250
Kiada: 30
Jigano: 238
