code disaster Dec 21, 2019 16:20:17 GMT -5
Post by Suigin on Dec 21, 2019 16:20:17 GMT -5
[attr="class","box1"]Furrow did she a brow, sangria orbs tilting to gaze down at the smaller mage. Death be none her intention, though she could tell not if this youth wallowed in sarcasm or genuine fright, or it be just the blunt of her words of play. Ponder she did, in the maze that be mind, if it be pure desire or stupidity that lead her to this place. In the search for the sibling, which the smithy had none herself, the maiden understood one chapter, but none the next. If she be so keen to step into the forsaken for such a being, be none it of safety to flutter with a group? Of course, the metalsmith had none her own and so the petite mage followed in step, though it be a thought if danger be really of worth. These beasts of illusion, of two but of twelve, would break her scaley hide, though mana skin would hold in full. It be only a guess, as crack and tumble in half did the shield of the younger mage. It be a gamble, stepping in side of a tentacle at her right that would had struck if be not be her twin punches, of all be her physical prowess glazed with a golden hide of scales. Strength there be in power, but none their durability, or so it seemed in the fumbling illusion of one such beast. While she had none in dissipation, it be of weakness, where offense is its own defense, and opposite be the smithy. She would wait before mending, watching the fiends with shadowed orbs.
"Name I hold, first with none last, be Suigin, a smithy and wandering citizen, or so those magicked knights call them. Pleasure and half, I dare say, in this land of forsaken and dastard we find hungering beasts." Quite the character herself, or so the goldsmith be, speaking in tongue none found in common. Confusing bouts of twists and turns, of humming birds in tune of hymn and canticle, though less be the speak of some invisible god she took none belief in. Perhaps it be more of a story, of a fantastical novel wandering in the mind of a maiden whom is the author, none the page turner.
"Search be for kin and peer I have none, though must mind ponder in the saunter that be thought and question, why be without companion in true and training?" The earlier failure that be her storm of flora holding none with a transparent twister that lie only in the figment of imagination, the pale metalsmith saw, would had cost a life perhaps, as she be struck and hide destroyed in a lash seemingly meant for the mage of small. Falter not, did the stone wall, as many before had her shield be broken.
Further did her mind dive of the sisters of two, Sera and Tera. One at her behind, one missing in action. In passing, perhaps, that name had came to ear in the consistent wandering that the smith did. Though, it be none particularly of interest or notice, as if she had heard such a name before, it had long dissipated in the long passing of day and night.
"Never had flora blossomed with I, the smithy o' gold, nor had name of the terra firma wander from the depths. Matter none, in the end, does name and title, or shall we fall to these beasts of two, or twelve, or however many there be."
38 / 50 mana
(-5 spell maintained, +3 mana regen)
Elemental Type: Gold
Rank & Spell Type: Junior | Defense Creation
Range & Speed: Self
Mana Cost: 10 | 5
Stats Effected: +4 Durability
Applicable Perks: Self-Repairing
The caster surrounds themselves in a thin layer of gold dust that is hidden beneath their wear, though exposed skin shimmers slightly in the light like a layer of dragon scales. It allows the caster to continue movement while buffing their durability.
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The Shield be my Sword.
Tag: @ Sera
WC: 584 | TWC: 1292
credit to Laura of Adox