SUNJATA
Rance’s description of something he’d encountered causes Sunjata to snort to it, shaking his head a small amount. It doesn’t sound familiar, though he’d heard of something similar on the winds of Torchline as of late. Not like he’s been paying too much attention to it, really, not when the wound to his side was so fresh and he was far more focused on that. “If you saw an ocean, it was certainly Torchline.” He concludes easily, shrugging to it.
It was the only place with one, after all.
The question he receives instead has Sunjata’s shoulders carefully rising and falling in a shrug, though. “Not all the time. A few seasons perhaps. Sometimes we have to kill them.” He recalls the mud monster of Fiat Lux, when he’d nearly died by getting trapped within it.
It was the only place with one, after all.
The question he receives instead has Sunjata’s shoulders carefully rising and falling in a shrug, though. “Not all the time. A few seasons perhaps. Sometimes we have to kill them.” He recalls the mud monster of Fiat Lux, when he’d nearly died by getting trapped within it.
i'll never be that me again
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
