Her body splits open like an old ceramic vase dropped from above, and then it becomes hard to see her she seems to be here, there, here again, two and three and four. She draws her scimitar as she intones one, two, three syllables, and they almost come together like the beginning of a song. How many battles would they be in today? How many more wounds? Seeker just wants to collapse into her bedroll, sleep the night and day away. She would have, were it not for her wounds and fatigue, which wracks her body with numbing pain and aching muscles. Eight eyes - a giant spider, no doubt, and Seeker wants to jump in, hack away, and rush in to find their companions. Your skin prickles and you can see see scintillating amber scale building and hardening on your clothes (or skin for for those without) and the wind at your back buoys you up and forward. Killian joins in, a basso Word as a wind picks up. She begins to croon a low song out, its words echoing eerie in the dark, their resonance beyond what her small frame suggests. He rises in a tangle of limbs cursing.Īmber watches coolly, eyes lingering a long moment, but says nothing. Killian lands behind you in the hollow with a muttered word and a loud thump, his Naming not enough for a graceful descent in the windless hollow. Zeeke has little time to celebrate as the other spider charges, poison stinger flashing forward as Zeeke nimbly sidesteps. He dances out the way of its counterattack, and the monster scuttles back a pace looking for an opening to flee. The spider recoils with a crackling gurgle as Zeeke's poisoned dagger sinks to the hilt into a red eye, it's screech blending with Gwylith's keening wail as he grabs up his sword again and drives it right between the spider's venom dripping fangs, runes flaring argent.
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