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Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2
LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
Played by: Astor Offline
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#1

Time to test the limits of these babies.

Wessex looks down at the blades of metal sprouting from between her knuckles, leaving her fingers looking…. Short? Huh. She’s never had that kind of thought before. It’s interesting, because simply clenching her fists doesn’t work to bring them out, it has to be a flexing-muscle-and-thought kind of thing, which is good, because she’s found its easiest to use her blades when her fingers are tightly tucked away and there’s the force of a swinging fist beneath them.

She takes a test swipe through the air, enjoying the whistle of metal that follows. Eying up the dead, but wet and heavy pine before her, lips purse as she walks round, trying to decide how best to attack the deceased giant. Maybe top limbs first, then make her way down to the heavier ones? No way to know except to simply do it… so the blonde woman hauls herself up the empty brown arms of the tree until she reaches ones that can no longer bear her weight. From there, she reaches up and around and beings to slice and dice, chipping away at the support in a few swings until the branch goes falling to the ground.

WESSEX
She whispered back, I am the storm
Emmett Palmer


Age: 28 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 2 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 11 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 10 - Int:
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#2
Emmett
Daddy's supposed to put bread on the table
Daddy's gone and your mama ain't able
Emmett was pretty grumpy to be forced out to go get firewood just as he'd finished the animal chores for the day, but his parents were busy with...something or another and his siblings had all miraculously disappeared as soon as it was asked for. With Longnight coming, it wasn't the kind of task he could put off, so he headed out into the woods hoping to gather some quick and be back in time for dinner.

As he walked into the forest he became aware of a ...noise. An odd sort of sound, as if someone where attacking a tree but not a lumberjack with an axe. His own axe trailed behind him in the dirt as he looked about for the source of the noise.

Eventually he spotted a woman going absolutely crazy on a perfectly innocent tree, with....knives? That he assumed she must be holding in her fingers. It didn't seem a very efficient way to do things, yet she was successfully bringing down branches all around her. Emmett walked over to the bottom of the tree and looked up, waving with his axe.

"Hey. You uh..alright up there? You could use my axe, if you wanna borrow it."
Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2
LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
Played by: Astor Offline
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Posts: 3,156 | Total: 4,350
MP: 0
#3

Even perfectly innocent trees are subject to culling every once in awhile. Wessex finds an easy rhythm in the hacking and eventually moves into a kind of zen-like state. Swing, swing, pause. Swing, swing, pause, ad nauseum, until a branch falls. At the top, where the thinner ones are, it doesn’t take that long.

Point it, she isn’t really paying attention to who might be wandering around beneath her - and in the dark, no less. Crazy thing about being an Ascended is that you often find that others keep very weird schedules. Or maybe it’s not so weird right now, with darkness starting round about noon. Anyway, it’s up to others to keep themselves safe from the falling limbs. A young, male voice wafts up towards her, making her pause. She’s missed the first part but manages to catch “... you could use my axe, if you wanna borrow it.”

The blonde woman looks down from her perch at the brown-haired, earnest boy. She raises a hand to show off the metal blades (might be useless, who knows if he can see that far) and gives the kid a little wave. “I’m good, thanks.” She pauses and then thinks of a task for him - since he’s there and already has an axe. Wessex yells back, “You could chop some of those bits up, though.” Strong, young lad like Emmett might as well do something.  


WESSEX
She whispered back, I am the storm


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