Fight Type: Battle
Prize: N/A
Contact Made: Yes
Character #1: @Morrighan
Bonded: N/A
Magic: Fire Manipulation
Armor: N/A
Weapons: N/A
Current Health: 10
Current Attack: 10
Current Experience: 16
Character #2: @Isra
Bonded: Fable, sea dragon
Magic: Transformation
Armor: N/A
Weapons: The Lunar Bow
Current Health: 40
Current Attack: 40
Current Experience: 77
Prize: N/A
Contact Made: Yes
Character #1: @Morrighan
Bonded: N/A
Magic: Fire Manipulation
Armor: N/A
Weapons: N/A
Current Health: 10
Current Attack: 10
Current Experience: 16
Character #2: @Isra
Bonded: Fable, sea dragon
Magic: Transformation
Armor: N/A
Weapons: The Lunar Bow
Current Health: 40
Current Attack: 40
Current Experience: 77
float away, open wide
Morrighan felt entirely out of her element out here. She was used to her Court and nothing else as she rarely left the comfort of Denocte. Other than briefly venturing to the island, she preferred staying at home and not dealing with the trouble of other lands. However, she was told this was the place for training.
And so, here she was, almost through with her trek all the way up here to Bellum Steppe. She was to meet Isra here after exchanging letters (which in itself was a new concept; they didn't have birds or pens or letters back in Ourania). It felt odd asking another to train as it had been ages since she had to. Her soul was nearly a century old, but here she was mortal and her magic was weaker. Now was the time to change that and bring it back to its former glory.
Isra seemed like a worthwhile teacher and had made the offer not too long ago back in the markets. The queen had made buildings turn to marble, stone to glass, the ground to wood. She could still remember the world around them changing in the blink of an eye. The fire within her was hungry and begged to be set free to consume the wooden floor, but she could not let it. Not in the way she wanted to or the way she used to. She could make the largest blazes erupt from beneath her, hell, her whole body could be engulfed in flames and she felt unstoppable.
Again, Morrighan was only mortal here and she was starting from scratch. Even as she walked, she could feel her magic having a mind of its own and wanting to come out, but only a spark of embers came through. She snorted.
At last, a familiar figure stood up ahead and Morr changed her pace to a trot. Her hooves made prints in the ground from the burning heat within them.
"Isra," she said in greeting as she came up to the mare. "I'd like to take you up on your offer." Her expression showed determination and a hint of a smirk on her lips. While her magic might not be ready, Morrighan certainly was. They had been preparing for war with Raum, but nothing had happened yet and she was itching to battle, even if it was just for practice.
unafraid with open eyes
Morrighan felt entirely out of her element out here. She was used to her Court and nothing else as she rarely left the comfort of Denocte. Other than briefly venturing to the island, she preferred staying at home and not dealing with the trouble of other lands. However, she was told this was the place for training.
And so, here she was, almost through with her trek all the way up here to Bellum Steppe. She was to meet Isra here after exchanging letters (which in itself was a new concept; they didn't have birds or pens or letters back in Ourania). It felt odd asking another to train as it had been ages since she had to. Her soul was nearly a century old, but here she was mortal and her magic was weaker. Now was the time to change that and bring it back to its former glory.
Isra seemed like a worthwhile teacher and had made the offer not too long ago back in the markets. The queen had made buildings turn to marble, stone to glass, the ground to wood. She could still remember the world around them changing in the blink of an eye. The fire within her was hungry and begged to be set free to consume the wooden floor, but she could not let it. Not in the way she wanted to or the way she used to. She could make the largest blazes erupt from beneath her, hell, her whole body could be engulfed in flames and she felt unstoppable.
Again, Morrighan was only mortal here and she was starting from scratch. Even as she walked, she could feel her magic having a mind of its own and wanting to come out, but only a spark of embers came through. She snorted.
At last, a familiar figure stood up ahead and Morr changed her pace to a trot. Her hooves made prints in the ground from the burning heat within them.
"Isra," she said in greeting as she came up to the mare. "I'd like to take you up on your offer." Her expression showed determination and a hint of a smirk on her lips. While her magic might not be ready, Morrighan certainly was. They had been preparing for war with Raum, but nothing had happened yet and she was itching to battle, even if it was just for practice.
