Not sure if her first attack struck true, this time Annika waits for a moment; the sutras ready on her lips to chant. Spiritual energy heaves and surges within her, eager to burst out and burn and consume. The legacy of the Golden Crow was two sided. It was light and warmth and renewal...but it was also conflagration and destruction when not guided firmly.
When she spies movement in the water, and sees the thing attacking again, she murmurs the invocation and dim, wispy flames seem to dance over her and around her. A single feather of spectral fire hurtles from her hand like some kind of dart!
(magic missile! 1d4+1 damage. Can't remember if we roll or you do, but in this case I'd be happy if you did, since I can't really do invis castle from here. )
When she spies movement in the water, and sees the thing attacking again, she murmurs the invocation and dim, wispy flames seem to dance over her and around her. A single feather of spectral fire hurtles from her hand like some kind of dart!
(magic missile! 1d4+1 damage. Can't remember if we roll or you do, but in this case I'd be happy if you did, since I can't really do invis castle from here. )