Level 10 - Holy Scrivener of Extreme Wit
Worldly girl from a small northern berg, who likes to get in trouble.
Pulsating dry white, red, orange and amber hues—- the air shimmered as the fire spirits leapt forth to and fro in the pyre. Tendrils of black carnal essence twined and twixed into the night sky barring the waxing moon from sight. The pyre burned bright as the brave and the cowardly both made their passage in preparation for the next battle and deep within the hellish inferno a golden hue developed separate from skeletal coals that breathed life with every breath of the conflagration.
The searing radiation of the holocaust gave way to the black heat as dawn emerged victorious of the night. The souls of the warriors had departed, but in corporal ashes remained a warm and coppery glow.
'Odd style, you present yourself with.'
'Yes indeed, it suits me well enough.'
::lunge:: ::parry:: ::cross:: ::reposte:: ::parry::
'Strange you lead with your dagger, yet you attack in defend with your right...'
'I'd honor you with a flourish from my left but that would hardly be fair...'
'First blood it is, on guard!'