Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
It takes quite some time, given the dilapidation of the wall. The afternoon sun is piercingly bright and sweat has gathered on her skin and cooled in cycling waves for the past few hours by time they are done. Her arms feel a little like jelly, and her magic has never been used so consistently for this amount of time before, but there’s no time for more than a brief respite.
Weapons. Okay.
None of them are her preferred weapon which makes sense given her favored types are incredibly rare, but it doesn’t mean she can lose out on the fun entirely. Choosing the miniature catapults and ballistas, she calls a small group over for assistance, and uses her thinly stretched magic anew to lighten even a pound or two as they haul them up onto the wall.
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Evie chooses to place the mini catapults and ballistas.
Weapons. Okay.
None of them are her preferred weapon which makes sense given her favored types are incredibly rare, but it doesn’t mean she can lose out on the fun entirely. Choosing the miniature catapults and ballistas, she calls a small group over for assistance, and uses her thinly stretched magic anew to lighten even a pound or two as they haul them up onto the wall.
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Evie chooses to place the mini catapults and ballistas.
know that daybreak is not far away
