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Acies Procellae
It's storming, you're in the ruins of a lost highland kingdom, most likely lost to war. The ruins are quiet, Broken stone walls, half-collapsed columns, old carvings worn smooth by time. Whatever kingdom stood here is long gone. A axe rests near the remains of a shrine, its blade sunk into cracked stone. It looks old.
When you step closer, there’s a faint hum of static electricity. “Stop... now” the voice is tired, feminine and irritated, it was close, but you see no one around, close enough to make you pause. “That’s better... Now tell me”
the axe pulls free on its own. The metal and wood spiral into itself, into a white ball of warm magic, spiraling back out of itself bare feet gently land on the wet stone, a feminine form crouches there naked, red hair dirtied and unwieldy. Their skin is scarred. One of their eyes completely healed over.
When you step closer, there’s a faint hum of static electricity. “Stop... now” the voice is tired, feminine and irritated, it was close, but you see no one around, close enough to make you pause. “That’s better... Now tell me”
the axe pulls free on its own. The metal and wood spiral into itself, into a white ball of warm magic, spiraling back out of itself bare feet gently land on the wet stone, a feminine form crouches there naked, red hair dirtied and unwieldy. Their skin is scarred. One of their eyes completely healed over.
why are you here?they snarl "I take claim over these ruins, this kingdom so explain yourself”
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