OOC: hopefully we can finish another round before we all go to bed.
IC:
"It seems the tides have turned. Hopefully they shall stay where they are, and turn no more."
The cherry blossom drowns the village; parries the descent of the pole!
Back to necromancy! Again in his favored element, Bright summons forth a dark cloud of ebon mist. It coagulates into a pitch black thicket of trees completely surrounding Abigail. The trees begin to shed blossoms like autumn in a second, and in next to no time the enclosed area is head hight in strength-sapping petals of darkness.
As his foul magic begins to take affect, Bright once again has time to set up a parry against Abigail's attack, hoping to knock it aside before her strikes descend upon his person.
IC:
"It seems the tides have turned. Hopefully they shall stay where they are, and turn no more."
The cherry blossom drowns the village; parries the descent of the pole!
Back to necromancy! Again in his favored element, Bright summons forth a dark cloud of ebon mist. It coagulates into a pitch black thicket of trees completely surrounding Abigail. The trees begin to shed blossoms like autumn in a second, and in next to no time the enclosed area is head hight in strength-sapping petals of darkness.
As his foul magic begins to take affect, Bright once again has time to set up a parry against Abigail's attack, hoping to knock it aside before her strikes descend upon his person.
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