[Action in Caedarva Mire]
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It should be around here somewhere… [Lilisette sorely misses the company she recently left, but she has a task to accomplish as well. She vaguely remembers the map that Vincent showed her on her sky phone, but it looked like a straight shot so she hasn’t checked it all day. Besides, she has full faith in her navigational skillset.]
[But as she moves forward, she notices thick curls of mist forming around her ankles.] Weird. [She makes a face, crinkling her nose in a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty. No one told her this would be easy, though, so she presses forward and moves a tree branch out of her way as she walks forward.]
[As soon as her feet are clear of some brush, her pointed ears pick up the faint rustle of dirt, grass, and leaves. She reaches for her dagger quickly, and as soon as she sees the beady eyes of the bug she does not hesitate to fling the dagger through the bug, into the dirt. It squirms, working to break free of the blade that that’s grazed its body and pinned a few of its legs to the ground.]
[Lilisette has enough time to tap out the steps to her Thorned Stance before it jumps at her, the chigoe small and angry. Its teeth rip into her arm as she rolls to the side to grab her dagger from the dirt so she can face the insect with her full arsenal. They make a few more swipes at one another before the bloodsucker attaches itself to her side.]
[She lets out a soft wince, but she does not hesitate to drive her dagger through it, the tip just barely grazing her flesh. Blood runs down her side, but it’s nothing a waltz cannot fix. The cleaning of the dried blood is left for later as she holsters her daggers, but her steps are more cautious as she moves onward. At the first sound of snakes she stomps out a Spectral Jig for good measure. Whatever this place is she wants to be rid of it as soon as possible.]
[Yet just as she comes upon a clearing, she sees decaying bodies moving around a pool of water.] That’s just… too gross. [She makes a face of disgust, one hidden by the spell of her dance, and swallows past a nauseous lump in her throat as she slips past them. Coming face-to-face with the source of the snake-like noises that she had heard earlier causes her mouth to fall open, and she barely skirts by the half-woman, half-snake Lamia.]
[Just as she believes she’s in the clear, she hears a small melody from a horn. She turns toward the noise just in time to see an Imp lock eyes with her, a sinister grin on its small face as it begins to cast on her.] Goddess help me. [She moves just in time, the fire spell licking at her back and singeing the ruffles on her carefully-kept uniform. Her disguise gone, she begins to run through the Mire, her only hope that she can outrun the beasts that turn to give her a hungry look as she passes them.]
((Tags for Rishfee and Vincent. Come save your favorite dancer!))
[But as she moves forward, she notices thick curls of mist forming around her ankles.] Weird. [She makes a face, crinkling her nose in a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty. No one told her this would be easy, though, so she presses forward and moves a tree branch out of her way as she walks forward.]
[As soon as her feet are clear of some brush, her pointed ears pick up the faint rustle of dirt, grass, and leaves. She reaches for her dagger quickly, and as soon as she sees the beady eyes of the bug she does not hesitate to fling the dagger through the bug, into the dirt. It squirms, working to break free of the blade that that’s grazed its body and pinned a few of its legs to the ground.]
[Lilisette has enough time to tap out the steps to her Thorned Stance before it jumps at her, the chigoe small and angry. Its teeth rip into her arm as she rolls to the side to grab her dagger from the dirt so she can face the insect with her full arsenal. They make a few more swipes at one another before the bloodsucker attaches itself to her side.]
[She lets out a soft wince, but she does not hesitate to drive her dagger through it, the tip just barely grazing her flesh. Blood runs down her side, but it’s nothing a waltz cannot fix. The cleaning of the dried blood is left for later as she holsters her daggers, but her steps are more cautious as she moves onward. At the first sound of snakes she stomps out a Spectral Jig for good measure. Whatever this place is she wants to be rid of it as soon as possible.]
[Yet just as she comes upon a clearing, she sees decaying bodies moving around a pool of water.] That’s just… too gross. [She makes a face of disgust, one hidden by the spell of her dance, and swallows past a nauseous lump in her throat as she slips past them. Coming face-to-face with the source of the snake-like noises that she had heard earlier causes her mouth to fall open, and she barely skirts by the half-woman, half-snake Lamia.]
[Just as she believes she’s in the clear, she hears a small melody from a horn. She turns toward the noise just in time to see an Imp lock eyes with her, a sinister grin on its small face as it begins to cast on her.] Goddess help me. [She moves just in time, the fire spell licking at her back and singeing the ruffles on her carefully-kept uniform. Her disguise gone, she begins to run through the Mire, her only hope that she can outrun the beasts that turn to give her a hungry look as she passes them.]
((Tags for Rishfee and Vincent. Come save your favorite dancer!))