Okay....excited about this:

- The Vela'Tohr Outlook is now home to misty black zephyrs.
- The lower floor of the temple is now home to bony wind wretches and ragged wind hags, who have driven out the marble gargoyles which previously resided there. The gargoyles are now cursed creatures, and they patrol the barren summit outside.
- The upper floor of the temple is now home to lesser North Wind banshees.

So...who is up for a road trip? Or better yet...who would like to test these out? I'm guessing the banshees will be too much for me, but sure would like to know apx what circle this new creatures are.

~Gab

>>The banshees were teaching at 1100+ skills
>>The hags seem to be around mid wyvern level
>>The zephyrs are somewhere between storm bulls and juvie wyverns.

A tad higher than I had hoped. Thank you so much for the information!

~Gab

The banshees were SO COOL when we messed with them in test. Some really awesome mechanics there.

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Thayet
@thayelf // http://thayette.tumblr.com

"But you must know that if corruption is powerful enough, it's not corruption at all — it's law. Unspoken, unwritten, but law." — Robert Jackson Bennett, City of Stairs

I cut out bits of this but this is the meat'n'potatoes.


A lesser North Wind banshee arrives, bringing with her a deathly cold zephyr that blows from the north like the expelled breath of Asketi herself.

>
A lesser North Wind banshee suddenly leaps aloft, eyes dimming to solid night-black orbs and wild hair whipping about her face. She flies toward Khaelyn with one outstretched claw!
A lucent sphere enfolds Khaelyn.
The North Wind banshee shoves her immaterial hand deeply into Khaelyn's chest, holding it there all the while grinning madly at her. Coils of frosty blue mist arise out of thin air like so many fat, voracious snakes. After a few seconds, the banshee releases Khaelyn and backs away, leaving her stricken and out of breath but outwardly unharmed.
>
You say, "Oh."
>
You say, "Welp."
>
Mazrian says, "Oh, hey."
>
Whiteburn exclaims, "Ooh Asketi!"
>
Mazrian says, "Wat."
>
Whiteburn does a happy little dance!
>
The North Wind banshee moves into a position to parry.
>
Whiteburn says, "Take meeeeee."

> desc ban
The North Wind banshee is a spectral woman with disheveled ice-white hair streaming outward in defiance of gravity. Sullen silver eyes narrowed in a permanent, ominous squint, she looks around with a mad smile. Frigid gales and ethereal tendrils follow wherever she goes, suffusing the area with an unnatural chill that seeps into your bones.


> appraise ban careful
You are certain that the North Wind banshee is healthy.
You aren't sure enough to venture a guess on its abilities.
Taking stock of its offensive abilities, and defending with a small shield and a light haralun throwing axe, you are certain that the North Wind banshee is something that could tear you to shreds.
Taking stock of its defensive abilities, and attacking with a light haralun throwing axe, you are certain that the North Wind banshee is something you couldn't hope to hurt.
If you attacked with a light haralun throwing axe, you are certain that the enemy would train exceptionally well, but you probably won't be landing many blows.
If you threw the axe at the enemy you are certain that it would train exceptionally well, but you probably won't be landing many blows.
If you defended by parrying attacks, you are certain that the enemy would train exceptionally well.
If you defended by evading attacks, you are certain that the enemy would train exceptionally well.
If you defended by blocking attacks, you are certain that the enemy would train exceptionally well.
If you attempted to beguile the enemy with tactics, you are certain that it would train exceptionally well, but you probably won't be affecting it.
If you targeted and cast a spell at the enemy, you are certain that it would train exceptionally well, but you probably won't be landing many spells.
If you attempted to debilitate the enemy, you are certain that it would train exceptionally well, but you probably won't be landing many abilities.
The banshee appears immune to cold.

[Roundtime: 10 seconds]

R>
Mazrian says, "Damn, that scythe."
R>
Liurilias says, "Immune to cold, go figure..."
R>
The North Wind banshee begins to advance on Khaelyn.

> tar blb 30
That will disrupt less than a quarter of your current attunement.
With a mnemonic tune in your mind, you trace out the symbols of the Blood Burst spell.
You begin to weave mana lines into a target pattern around a lesser North Wind banshee.

>
The North Wind banshee closes to pole weapon range on Khaelyn.
>
Silver and white wisps form a luminescent barrier before Khaelyn.
A lesser North Wind banshee feints to the side at Khaelyn. The scythe lands a good strike (3/23) that scratches the right forearm!
>
The North Wind banshee closes to melee range on Khaelyn.
>
Mazrian asks, "Incorporeal?"
>
Mazrian's throat contracts as a faint wisp of smoke rises from his lips.
>
Khaelyn's silvery-white glow shines brightly like a holy armor.
A lesser North Wind banshee lunges a spectral scythe at Khaelyn. The scythe lands a hard hit (5/23) that stabs the fleshy portion of the right arm!
>
Liurilias shrugs.
>
Your formation of a targeting pattern around a lesser North Wind banshee has completed.
> cast

You swipe your fingertips across your hand.
The spell pattern collapses at the last moment due to the undead state of a lesser North Wind banshee.

Roundtime: 1 sec.
R>
Liurilias begins to advance on a lesser North Wind banshee.
R>
>
A shimmering curtain of silver and white light wavers into view to protect Khaelyn.
The air around Khaelyn solidifies into an incandescent radiance and intercepts the attack with a shower of coruscating light.
A lesser North Wind banshee jabs wide at Khaelyn. The scythe lands a solid hit (4/23) that deeply chilling the entire left bicep!
>
A violent bluish glow coruscates about Khaelyn's chest.
>
You say, "Yeah."
>
Mazrian says, "Welp."
>
A lesser North Wind banshee suddenly leaps aloft, eyes dimming to solid night-black orbs and wild hair whipping about her face. She flies toward Liurilias with one outstretched claw!
The North Wind banshee shoves her immaterial hand deeply into Liurilias's chest, holding it there all the while grinning madly at him. Coils of frosty blue mist arise out of thin air like so many fat, voracious snakes. After a few seconds, the banshee releases Liurilias and backs away, leaving him stricken and out of breath but outwardly unharmed.
>
Khaelyn closes her eyes, drawing her closed fist toward her chest.
Seconds later she swings her arm outward, pointing at a lesser North Wind banshee as her eyes fix on her in a vehement stare.
>
You notice Khaelyn attempting to conceal her spell preparations.
Khaelyn bows her head and chants a psalm.
>
Khaelyn begins to focus intently on a lesser North Wind banshee.
>
Several bolts of flashing silver flame flare into view, churning around a lesser North Wind banshee. With surprising speed, they swirl upward into the sky with a wailing shriek!
>
Mazrian says, "I'll jus have some tea."
>
A glowing rain of surreal silver fire begins to cascade down from the heavens!

A bolt of holy fire smashes to the ground near a lesser North Wind banshee.
>
Khaelyn gestures at a lesser North Wind banshee.
A bright flash engulfs Khaelyn's hand as a ray of holy light streaks from her palm, speeding toward a lesser North Wind banshee!
A lesser North Wind banshee dodges aside.
>
Whiteburn exclaims to Liurilias, "You're so lucky!"
>
A lesser North Wind banshee turns to face Liurilias.
A lesser North Wind banshee feints to the side at Liurilias.
>
A bolt of holy fire strikes a lesser North Wind banshee's billowing snowy tresses and quickly fades.
>
Khaelyn works carefully at tending her wounded right arm.
>
Khaelyn works carefully at tending her wounded left arm.
>
Mazrian asks, "WAit is it flexing to you?"
>
A bolt of holy fire strikes a lesser North Wind banshee's billowing snowy tresses and quickly fades.
>
The world blurs as a lesser North Wind banshee begins a horrid, torturous wailing.
Whiteburn's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
Perune's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
Klines's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
A lucent sphere enfolds Khaelyn.
Khaelyn's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
Her voice shrieks through you, a call of terror and pain that frays away the warp and woof of your spirit!
Liurilias's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
Mazrian's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
>
Your silver censer warms as a radiant white light encircles it and washes over you. Golden motes swirl within the light and settle on your skin only briefly before melting away.
>
You say, "Oh noooo."
>
Perune says, "Someone break out the dainty sandwiches."
>
Whiteburn exclaims, "Hooray!"
>
Liurilias bows his head and chants a mantra.
>
A lesser North Wind banshee feints to the side at Liurilias.
>
Staring desolately, Liurilias wraps his arms around himself and huddles.
>
Khaelyn clutches her chest in pain, shivering.

(banshee vanished suddenly here)

You say, "Bye banshee."
>
Someone laughs evilly.

Later...


A lesser North Wind banshee arrives, bringing with her a deathly cold zephyr that blows from the north like the expelled breath of Asketi herself.

>
A chill shudders through your spirit as a lesser North Wind banshee explodes into view, borne upon a swirling snow-laden gale!

>
A lesser North Wind banshee suddenly leaps aloft, eyes dimming to solid night-black orbs and wild hair whipping about her face. She flies toward Mazrian with one outstretched claw!
The North Wind banshee shoves her immaterial hand deeply into Mazrian's chest, holding it there all the while grinning madly at him. Coils of frosty blue mist arise out of thin air like so many fat, voracious snakes. After a few seconds, the banshee releases Mazrian and backs away, leaving him stricken and out of breath but outwardly unharmed.
>
The world blurs as a lesser North Wind banshee begins a horrid, torturous wailing.
Whiteburn's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
Perune's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.

Perune grows deathly pale!

* Perune is slain before your eyes!
Perune's throat contracts as a faint wisp of smoke rises from his lips.
Klines's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
Khaelyn's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
Her voice shrieks through you, a call of terror and pain that frays away the warp and woof of your spirit!
A lucent sphere enfolds Liurilias.
Liurilias's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
Mazrian's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.

>
Klines says, "You would have ae ghost in---hey now."
>
Mazrian says, "Um...woah."
>
You say, "Holy frickfrack."
>
The world blurs as a lesser North Wind banshee begins a horrid, torturous wailing.
Whiteburn's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.

Whiteburn grows deathly pale!

* Whiteburn is slain before your eyes!
Whiteburn's target shield fades away into nothingness.
Tendrils of ethereal blue light suddenly enwreathe Whiteburn, fading from view as they race in a swirling pattern down her body, disappearing into the ground.
The powerful divine aura slowly wanes from about Whiteburn.
Klines's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.

Klines grows deathly pale!

* Klines is slain before your eyes!
Khaelyn's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
Her voice shrieks through you, a call of terror and pain that frays away the warp and woof of your spirit!

Your spirit is weakened beyond its ability to sustain your body!

Your pale white ghost falls to the ground.

Your death cry echoes in your brain as it quickly dawns on you that you have just died! Already, you feel the tug of eternity upon your soul and you struggle to remain tied to this world.

A chill takes the seat of your soul as your remaining spiritual strength bleeds away. You feel the eyes of the gods upon you, eager to receive you in judgment.

Your body will decay beyond its ability to hold your soul in 10 minutes.
A lucent sphere enfolds Liurilias.
Liurilias's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
Mazrian's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.

DEAD>
A lesser North Wind banshee suddenly leaps aloft, eyes dimming to solid night-black orbs and wild hair whipping about her face. She flies toward Khaelyn with one outstretched claw!
The North Wind banshee shoves her immaterial hand deeply into Khaelyn's chest, holding it there all the while grinning madly at her. Coils of frosty blue mist arise out of thin air like so many fat, voracious snakes. After a few seconds, the banshee releases Khaelyn and backs away, leaving her stricken and out of breath but outwardly unharmed.
DEAD>
Your wirework medallion warms in response to your danger. A dull crimson glow radiates from the device and seeps into your exposed skin, leaving you feeling a little better than before.
DEAD>
You say, "Hahaha."
DEAD>
Mazrian says, "....woah woah."
DEAD>
Liurilias asks, "Warp and woof?"
DEAD>
The field of silver-blue light dissipates from around Khaelyn.
DEAD>
Bracing yourself for pain, you concentrate on the Spiteful Rebirth spell. Your unnatural nervous system fires strongly even in death, forming the spell pattern.
Your corpse begins to shake violently. The magic forces its heart to beat, artificially mimicking the rhythms of life. After a few seconds of torturous convulsions, you experience senses of dislocation and pain! You immediately snap from your disembodied state back into your body, gasping for air as you weakly drag yourself to your feet.
As sight floods back to your mortal eyes, you feel your memories blur and begin to dissipate like a dream. Forcefully, you grasp and claw at your mind, snatching it back from the edge of death.

>
A lesser North Wind banshee feints low at Mazrian.
>
The North Wind banshee moves into a position to parry.
>
Khaelyn asks, "So whats a banshee?"
>
>
Klines stands up.

>
You hear the ghostly voice of Whiteburn exclaim, "Hooray!"
>
Silver and white wisps form a luminescent barrier before Khaelyn.
The air around Khaelyn solidifies into an incandescent radiance and throws off bright waves of light as it resists the attack.
Sneering wickedly, a lesser North Wind banshee hauls back and throws her spectral scythe spinning toward Khaelyn!
The spectral scythe makes a thin wailing "Eeeeeee!" as it deals a glancing (0/23) strike to Khaelyn's chest.
As the spectral scythe sails back in a wide arc, the North Wind banshee plucks it from the air.
>
Khaelyn tries to back out of combat but is unable to get away from a lesser North Wind banshee!
>
Mazrian inhales hesitantly and grimaces.
>

Chatter[Liurilias] Her voice shrieks through you, a call of terror and pain that frays away the warp and woof of your spirit!

>
Khaelyn inhales hesitantly and grimaces.
>
A shimmering curtain of silver and white light wavers into view to protect Khaelyn.
The air around Khaelyn solidifies into an incandescent radiance, buckling and losing much of its mass under the force of the attack.
Sneering wickedly, a lesser North Wind banshee hauls back and throws her spectral scythe spinning toward Khaelyn!
A high-pitched whistling "Ssssssss!" hisses from the spectral scythe as it deals a glancing (0/23) strike to Khaelyn's chest.
As the spectral scythe sails back in a wide arc, the North Wind banshee plucks it from the air.

>
Chatter[Liurilias] Is that really suppose to be woof?

>
Mazrian's ethereal shield crackles with energy!
Sneering wickedly, a lesser North Wind banshee hauls back and throws her spectral scythe spinning toward Mazrian!
You hear a hissing "ZZzzzzztt zzzzzZZTT!" as the spectral scythe deals a glancing (0/23) strike to Mazrian's left arm.
As the spectral scythe sails back in a wide arc, the North Wind banshee plucks it from the air.
>
You chatter away...
Chatter[Thayet] shouldn't it be purr

So that kept up, then:


Mazrian looks ill, weary eyes darting with fright.
>
The sun nears the far horizon as the clear blue sky deepens into a rich indigo.
>
The world blurs as a lesser North Wind banshee begins a horrid, torturous wailing.
Whiteburn's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
Klines's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
Khaelyn's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.

Khaelyn grows deathly pale!

* Khaelyn is slain before your eyes!
Khaelyn's kertig broadsword falls to the ground.

Khaelyn is outlined by a bluish corona as a frozen statue coalesces beside her.

Tendrils of ethereal blue light suddenly enwreathe Khaelyn, fading from view as they race in a swirling pattern down her body, disappearing into the ground.
The air around Khaelyn shimmers with a weak yellow light that quickly disperses.
The soft silver glow fades from around Khaelyn.
Her voice shrieks through you, a call of terror and pain that frays away the warp and woof of your spirit!

Your spirit is weakened beyond its ability to sustain your body!

Your death cry echoes in your brain as it quickly dawns on you that you have just died! Already, you feel the tug of eternity upon your soul and you struggle to remain tied to this world.

A chill takes the seat of your soul as your remaining spiritual strength bleeds away. You feel the eyes of the gods upon you, eager to receive you in judgment.

Your body will decay beyond its ability to hold your soul in 10 minutes.
A lucent sphere enfolds Liurilias.
Liurilias's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.
Mazrian's eyes become desolate and lifeless during the cry.

Mazrian grows deathly pale!

* Mazrian is slain before your eyes!
The shimmering ethereal shield fades from around Mazrian.
The granite-like sheen vanishes from Mazrian.

Mazrian is outlined by a bluish corona as a frozen statue coalesces beside him.

These came with special death messages along with the struck down, I think it was "X was just frozen solid" or something.

> l
[Northern Trade Road, Farmlands]
Rich farmland surrounds the road on both sides. The fresh scent of the tilled soil rises all about you. Southward, the walls of a fair-sized city rise near the banks of a glistening river. A faint haze of smoke hovers over the town, blurring the outlines slightly. To the north, distant hills rear up against the grey-blue horizon.
You also see a frozen Mazrian statue, a frozen Khaelyn statue, a pale white ghost, a knitted wool blanket, a steel-handled shovel with a wide darkened blade, a steel cross-peen hammer and an onager.
Also here: Inquisitor Whiteburn, the body of Perune who is lying down, Klines, Warrior Priestess Khaelyn, Liurilias who is shrouded by swirling grey fog and Mazrian.
Obvious paths: north, south.
>
Mazrian says, "LOL."
>
You say, "Omg."
>
Liurilias strikes a heroic pose.
>
You point at a frozen Mazrian statue on the ground.
>
> l stat
Transfixed with an expression of anguish, this is a crudely sculpted Elven man of glistening blue ice, hands outstretched for help.
>
Mazrian says, "Oh, wow."
>
You hear the ghostly voice of Perune say, "Statues."
>
As soon as you touch a frozen Mazrian statue, you are stricken by mounting trepidation and foreboding.
Coils of frosty blue mist arise out of the Mazrian statue like so many fat, voracious snakes, disappearing into your chest and nestling around your heart.
>
> slip stat
The ghostly laughter of Perune echoes through the room, sending a shiver down your spine.
>
Khaelyn touches a frozen Khaelyn statue and instantly looks regretful.
Coils of frosty blue mist arise out of the Khaelyn statue like so many fat, voracious snakes, disappearing into Khaelyn's chest.
>
As soon as you touch a frozen Mazrian statue, you are stricken by mounting trepidation and foreboding.
>
Liurilias touches a frozen Mazrian statue and instantly looks regretful.
Coils of frosty blue mist arise out of the Mazrian statue like so many fat, voracious snakes, disappearing into Liurilias's chest.
>
Mazrian touches a frozen Mazrian statue and instantly looks regretful.
>
Whiteburn giggles.
>
You say, "Oh no."
>
Mazrian touches a frozen Mazrian statue and instantly looks regretful.
>
Mazrian touches a frozen Mazrian statue and instantly looks regretful.
>
Klines touches a frozen Mazrian statue and instantly looks regretful.
>
You hear a voice say, "I'm glad you all touched it."
>
Whiteburn touches a frozen Mazrian statue and instantly looks regretful.
Coils of frosty blue mist arise out of the Mazrian statue like so many fat, voracious snakes, disappearing into Whiteburn's chest.
>
Liurilias strikes a heroic pose.
>
A violent bluish glow coruscates about Klines's chest.
>
You ponder.
>
Coils of frosty blue mist escape Mazrian's nostrils.
>
Perune stands up.
>
A frozen Khaelyn statue slowly topples to the ground and sublimates into coils of frosty blue mist.

>
An image of the North Wind banshee assails your mind's eye, and your heartbeat falters in response.
>
Coils of frosty blue mist escape Khaelyn's nostrils.
>
Liurilias bows his head and chants a mantra.
>
Klines touches a frozen Mazrian statue and instantly looks regretful.
>
Liurilias ponders.
>
Whiteburn says, "Aww... the snakes just want to hug my heart."
>
You say, "That's so cool."
>
Klines touches a frozen Mazrian statue and instantly looks regretful.
>
Mazrian touches a frozen Mazrian statue and instantly looks regretful.
Coils of frosty blue mist arise out of the Mazrian statue like so many fat, voracious snakes, disappearing into Mazrian's chest.
>
Liurilias chuckles at Whiteburn.
>
You say, "HAHA GET IT."
>
Klines touches a frozen Mazrian statue and instantly looks regretful.
>
You say, "OH MAN."
>
Liurilias gestures at a frozen Mazrian statue.
Fingers of silvery light course over the Mazrian statue, attempting to penetrate the eerie ice.
>
You strut about.
>
Klines grins at you.
>
Klines shakes his head.
>
As your heart grows physically heavy and cramped beneath unreal snow, you cannot shake the obscene thought that your bedeviler, the North Wind banshee, has been looking out of your eyes.
>
Whiteburn gestures at Klines.
Spidery tendrils of icy blue light swirl outward from Whiteburn's palms, darting toward Klines.
The writhing lights strike Klines benignly, billowing rapidly into a sheaf of ghostly fog around him.
>
>
Claws of mist tear away from the amorphous cloud of fog enwreathing Klines, slashing violently at his body! He cries with a horrific death rattle, bearing no visible wounds but seeming chilled to the bone.

Klines grows deathly pale!

* Klines is slain before your eyes!

Klines is outlined by a bluish corona as a frozen statue coalesces beside him.

>
You say, "Licking it does not do what I hoped it would do."

We kept getting the spooky messages and it would cause gradually stacking internal chest damage. If you died with Icebound Heart on you, you'd leave a statue when you died.

Then this happened!


A greater North Wind banshee arrives, bringing with her a deathly cold zephyr that blows from the north like the expelled breath of Asketi herself.
>
A greater North Wind banshee suddenly leaps aloft, eyes dimming to solid night-black orbs and wild hair whipping about her face. She flies toward Mazrian with one outstretched claw!
The North Wind banshee shoves her immaterial hand deeply into Mazrian's chest, holding it there all the while grinning madly at him. Coils of frosty blue mist arise out of thin air like so many fat, voracious snakes. After a few seconds, the banshee releases Mazrian and backs away, leaving him stricken and out of breath but outwardly unharmed.

And...

With astonishing swiftness, a greater North Wind banshee floats over to Liurilias, pinching one of his cheeks while pressing frosty lips to the other. Liurilias convulses helplessly and wilts at her touch before being tossed aside.

Liurilias blinks.
s!>
Liurilias stands up.

s!>
A greater North Wind banshee howls maliciously!
s!>
Liurilias says, "Well that's not great."
s!>
Mazrian says, "Lol."
s!>
Whiteburn says, "It's like your granny banshee."


>
You hear a voice say, "Recall it. It has the secret."
>
Whiteburn says, "Okay voice in my head."
>
Liurilias foolishly laughs at a greater North Wind banshee, right to her face.
Silver eyes flaring blindingly, the North Wind banshee flies into a berserk rage at the affront, gripping Liurilias by the scruff of his neck and abducting him to the sky! Liurilias struggles and claws, but cannot thwart his ghostly captor as they speed out of sight. After a while, you hear Liurilias's frightened yell approaching from above, and very soon he crashes to the ground with a horrendous crunch!

* Liurilias is slain before your eyes!
The shimmering ethereal shield fades from around Liurilias.

Liurilias is outlined by a bluish corona as a frozen statue coalesces beside him.

The powerful divine aura slowly wanes from about Liurilias.
The field of silver-blue light dissipates from around Liurilias.
The soft silver glow fades from around Liurilias.
The brilliant silver glow dissipates from Liurilias.
An eerie, whispered sigh echoes around Liurilias.
Tendrils of ethereal blue light suddenly enwreathe Liurilias, fading from view as they race in a swirling pattern down his body, disappearing into the ground.

The North Wind banshee floats back down, looking far too exultant.

> laugh ban

You foolishly laugh at a greater North Wind banshee, right to her face.
Silver eyes flaring blindingly, the North Wind banshee flies into a berserk rage at the affront, gripping you by the scruff of your neck and abducting you to the sky! You struggle and claw, but cannot thwart your ghostly captor as you are taken higher and higher until everything below is minuscule. The banshee screeches once, then lets go of you. You fall, and fall, and fall...

Your fall ends abruptly as you crash to the ground with a horrendous crunch!
Your death cry echoes in your brain as it quickly dawns on you that you have just died! Already, you feel the tug of eternity upon your soul and you struggle to remain tied to this world.

A chill takes the seat of your soul as your remaining spiritual strength bleeds away. You feel the eyes of the gods upon you, eager to receive you in judgment.

Your body will decay beyond its ability to hold your soul in 50 minutes.

The North Wind banshee floats back down, looking far too exultant.

tl;dr never trust anything Grejuva tells you to do

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Thayet
@thayelf // http://thayette.tumblr.com

"But you must know that if corruption is powerful enough, it's not corruption at all — it's law. Unspoken, unwritten, but law." — Robert Jackson Bennett, City of Stairs

Whiteburn is my favorite person. Best hated IC rival ever. <3

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Thayet
@thayelf // http://thayette.tumblr.com

"But you must know that if corruption is powerful enough, it's not corruption at all — it's law. Unspoken, unwritten, but law." — Robert Jackson Bennett, City of Stairs

That is so cool. Especially the snakes.

Also:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warp_and_woof

Woof is an alternate name for weft.