A Walk in the Dark

longnight Now, now, let's not blame others. The demigod has been outside all of LongNight while you've been wrapped up in the arms of the one you love, stealing away only as the week draws to a close. As for the souls, the change in tune makes little difference. Thrust from the darkening shadows comes a blade of sharpened obsidian as if carved from the darkness and made solid. It flies true towards the bard, plunging through his shoulder just below his collar bone. Instantly the injury aches bone-deep, as blood begins to stain the Sage's cloak. Perhaps due to a soul so recently being devoured, but no other lights come forth from the darkness. Sage Inspiration is not applicable here. HP: 323/456