One war. Two Sisters. One end.
There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance.
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One of the greatest gifts a Seer can give is to take things away. Such as the pain of another and place it upon themselves and to relieve their suffering. We are ultimately well qualified to hold on to one's grief. But I warn those who attempt this that some suffering may be too great to contain. Even for us.
Halani Sasori, Seer of Denang
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"We could sure use those reinforcements you promised." The impressive spear the cleric once held had since transformed into a less unwieldy sword of light.
Moments ago, she'd released her white dragon to fight on its own. While it had proven adept at combat with a rider, Daphney was not well trained in such tactics and believed it would fare better without her being a hinderance.
Overhead, her white-scaled ally issued a gut piercing shriek while clashing with a red and black simultaneously. The three combatants twisted midair in a flurry of claw and teeth—fire and ice. The white avoided the flames of the Imperial dragons, snaking in and out of the columns of fire. But its chilled breath caught the wing of the red, disrupting its ability to maintain flight, and sent the enemy spiraling hard to the ground.
Wielding her new weapon with the deftness of a military veteran, Dapheny pierced a mummified soldier in ancient elven armor. Its body burning as she slayed with remorse one who would have once been her ally under different circumstances. It and its fellow fiendish animations might have been long dead, but they still knew how to put up a vicious fight. Perhaps even more so than when they lived and possessed a concern for their own wellbeing and something to live for.
While swatting aside an attack from another of the undead hordes with her shield of the same divine energy as her sword, Daphney did not revel in killing the already dead. She would have preferred instead they had been left to slumber for eternity than be called upon again and against their will.
"She'll be here," Anthony tried to ease Daphney's concern as he cut down an Imperial soldier of the much more alive variety. The undead seemed drawn more to the cleric than to him. And the few he'd tried to assist with taking out didn't seem as affected by his sword of common steel.
