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Killing Me Slowly [Quest Return- Moon]

Lakota the Poisoner Posts: 278
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Equine :: 15.1hh :: 7 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Aodaun :: Polar Bear :: Terrorize Brit
#1



There again.

No, gone.

Again and again, a repetition Lakota had been living in the minutes-turned-hours since her encounter with d'Artagnan. In a full sprint, the leggy beau had made it nearly to Thistle Meadow before her vision swam and started to play tricks on her. Breathing becoming shallow, heart pumping and racing to try and overcome the effects of the hallucinogen. Speed had always been a gift to the lean woman, but never before had she blessed it so thoroughly. Pain was seeping at her chest and legs as if beckoning her down towards the earth. Illusions came to her, chasing her or running beside her. Stopping directly before her so suddenly that her instincts screamed at her to swerve even if they were not truly there. Violet eyes were glazed over even as her muscles strained and struggled to pull her onward.

Direction had made very little sense. Something deep within her had been bolted, welded, locked down completely. Even in her delirium she headed for the Veins. Determination was more than a little dangerous with how stubborn she was to return and get what she so desired. Warmth was a sign that she was nearly there. White foam laced her navy shadowed neck, nostrils wide and flaring and the whites of her eyes showing behind violet orbs. Bodice soaked in sweat, turning blue to black and white to grey. Stripes and gashes over her shoulders and cheeks, blood trickling out to stain her coat darker from where she'd run headlong into twigs and various bushes. Stopping was not an option.

Ebony hooves scrabbled on rock beneath her, body sliding in a way that didn't do her natural grace any justice. Sharp whinny lifted out of her vocal chords, no longer able to summon anything remotely coherent. Sound coming out more primal than anything. The Goddess she stood for was the only one she would accept as laughing ghosts and loved ones, torturers and acquaintances flitted around in her vision. Colors inverting and the world going fish eyed. Body twitching as if seizing in intervals, unable to keep still as the delusions kept up.



WE ONLY EXIST IN TERMS OF THIS CONFLICT
In the zone where black and white clash

Resurgere | Wroth

God of the Moon Posts: 236
Helovian Ancient
Mare :: Hybrid :: 15.2hh :: Ageless
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#2

The goddess watched from a distance as Lakota stumbled her way back to her shrine. She was only mildly surprised that the mare would accept the terms of her quest and not insist on something else, but mortals were greedy and would do anything for a taste of magic.

When the blue roan finally came to her shrine the goddess allowed her mist to surround the mare. "Your request has been granted." She said in a whisper. "When the poison subsides you will have control of the magic."

[Lakota's magic will allow her to cause temporary immobility in an opponent. It will come in the form of misty fog that will surround her target first. She is not immune to the poison so if she steps into it or allows it to surround her she will become immobilized as well.

Check the character records later for more information.]



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