Fight Type: CHALLENGE
Prize: Sovereignty of Solterra
Contact Made: Yes
Character #1: @Raum
Bonded: No
Magic: Yes Active magic
Armor: No
Weapons: No
Current Health: 7
Current Attack: 13
Current Experience: 10 (i really should update it one day LOL)
Character #2: @Seraphina
Bonded: No
Magic: No
Armor: No
Weapons: No
Current Health: 17
Current Attack: 23
Current Experience: 50
Prize: Sovereignty of Solterra
Contact Made: Yes
Character #1: @Raum
Bonded: No
Magic: Yes Active magic
Armor: No
Weapons: No
Current Health: 7
Current Attack: 13
Current Experience: 10 (i really should update it one day LOL)
Character #2: @
Bonded: No
Magic: No
Armor: No
Weapons: No
Current Health: 17
Current Attack: 23
Current Experience: 50
Shivers wrack his body as Denocte's Ghost steps out from the black overhang of the sentinel trees. He is no longer a phantom as he stalks in the open, lit bright beneath the moonlit night. All about him the Steppe is silent, watchful, waiting. Upon him is a ransom, upon his tongue is still the blood of the Night Court Queen, within his memory is still the soft resistance of his best friend's trachea. He is a wanted man but he stands here, as bold as the moon above him, as savage as the storms that blow out at sea.
Peace is water in Raum's grasp, it slipped away and now his cupping hands are bone, bone dry. Fury is a twisting, contorting, rotten thing within his belly. With rabid, visceral delight it places one limb in front of another, again and again until he is adorned in silver and brilliant within the middle of the open. He does not deign to hide in shadows in this moment. He does not need to blend his skin into another beast. No, Raum stands bright as quicksilver, as sharp as a blade. Seraphina had been gone too long and Day Court has taken too much from him. It had choked him with dust but now he stands with righteous revenge as sweet as berries upon his tongue.
"Seraphina!" The Crow's voice is lightning to match the crackling electricity of his blue, blue eyes. His tail slashes like a serpent's against his sides. Corvid, his skull tilts as he listens to the whispers, the midnight groans of the meadow and its restless grasses. He studies each shadow and waits for the Day Court Queen. "I want what is yours," he growls, leonine. There is a lion roiling beneath his skin. His magic burns, begging release.
When had he last passed through Bellum Steppe? When he last saw Rhoswen, he knows. It was when they finally broke like flotsam beneath the ire of their wondrous storm. Everywhere is the whisper of his Day Court girl, everywhere is the whisper of their daughter. His ears are flat upon his skull and he stands proud - no longer slinking, no longer the spy. He will not infiltrate from the inside, not today. No, this day he will take before all of Novus.
Summary: Rum enters and challenges Serpahina for her position as Day Court Sovereign.
Attack Used: 0 (UPDATE THIS WHENEVER YOU USE AN ATTACK)
Attack(s) Left: 2 (UPDATE THIS WHENEVER YOU USE AN ATTACK)
Block Used: 0 (UPDATE THIS WHENEVER YOU USE A BLOCK)
Block(s) Left: 1 (UPDATE THIS WHENEVER YOU USE A BLOCK)
Item(s) Used: LIST ANY ITEMS USED, IF ANY
Response Deadline: 30 January 2019
Tags: @Seraphina, @kay, @Sid, @inkbone, @Lauren, @Sparrow
Attack Used: 0 (UPDATE THIS WHENEVER YOU USE AN ATTACK)
Attack(s) Left: 2 (UPDATE THIS WHENEVER YOU USE AN ATTACK)
Block Used: 0 (UPDATE THIS WHENEVER YOU USE A BLOCK)
Block(s) Left: 1 (UPDATE THIS WHENEVER YOU USE A BLOCK)
Item(s) Used: LIST ANY ITEMS USED, IF ANY
Response Deadline: 30 January 2019
Tags: @
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
in his catastrophic plan