[KQ] a tomb of your making

MORGAN

Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off

Already, this had gone wrong. Morgan had expected to be fighting under Wessex's command, close enough to Neron to keep an eye on him (after all, for all her insistence of democratic reasons for this trip, that was why she was really there). Instead she was left behind with a seemingly random selection of Ascended, none of which she was familiar with. There was the child she had briefly spoken to before, who she did not think would be much use in a fight, then several others - none of them looked like hardened warriors.

Still, she wasn't about to back down. Hands tight around her hammer, she stood by the door, ready if anything tried to get in. The man that stood made a good point, but without the Ascended ability to see in the dark and not really knowing what the monsters looked like anyway, she wasn't going to be able to answer his question. Instead she stood ready, Morgan acting as sentinel for the access points. In a moment of forethinking she pressed in her pendant, armouring her torso in case of an attack.

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Morgan stands by the door (on the inside) with her hammer, ready to fight anything that breaks in.

Morgan has:

Type: Light
Heat-Cloak | A magical cloak that always keeps the wearer warm.

Type: Grey
Amor Pendant | A pendant that hangs over Morgan’s chest. When pressed, it magically armors her torso down to her hips. (Made by Deimos)

And her trusty warhammer!

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for