Vytal Noctura
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Panic in the streets. A ten-foot tall, flaming monstrosity roamed the streets with a dark-clad woman trailing after it. Few stopped to look at this humanoid figure, too intent on escaping the blasts of flame that set storefronts aflame. Even a few hapless civilians had nearly been set alight, though they managed to escape with minor burns as the heat washed over them more than fire's kiss. The figure's hand seemed to guide where the creature engulfed in flame turned its attention, while its general course took it toward the heart of the city. It was not fast, but none had been able to slow let alone stop the pair so far.
None until a thirty-foot ring of green flame cut off their advance.
As a pale woman in red armor strode forth, three women and men hurried around the ring to tend to the injured. The creature turned as the one that controlled it set their eyes upon the interloper. Vytal Noctura and the Elemental set upon a collision course, one which drew the attention of the crowd no longer in mortal jeopardy. They watched as a flaming fist fed by the rushing currents of air consumed in its passing soared toward the smaller Dathomiri woman.
The Nightmother's gait didn't alter as she passed by that very fist and its dancing tendrils of orange and red. The towering Elemental had frozen just as it seemed poised to strike the green-eyed Witch. Not a moment was spared with the spirit. A sudden hush fell over the area as the panicked cries had gone as still as the monster that inspired them. The loud, meaty slap that followed was heard all the clearer.
After delivering a backhanded blow across the other woman's cheek, Vytal turned partially and extended her hand back toward the Elemental. The orange and red essence of the monstrosity seemed to leech away into the Nightmother's outstretched palm. "Spirits are not tools to be used to sate your own, selfish desires. Should you require to understand this better, I could quickly make your body available for them to use in such a demeaning fashion; perhaps then you will appreciate how insulting your callous and wanton enslavement is to them and your kin."
The towering monster had faded from sight with all that remained a lone tuft of flame that hovered over Vytal's palm. Her green eyes then turned from the woman to the flame. "Return, now, to your place of rest." With those words the flame faded from sight, as did the ring of green fire that had sprung up to both contain the threat and keep civilians out of harm's way.
"You will go with your Brother now, and contemplate how your actions harmed not only yourself and those around you, but the spirits with whom we share this world," the Nightmother declared as a man that had accompanied her to the scene drew near. The Mandragora had holding facilities both in concert with the Knights Obsidian at large and of their own. There would be plenty of opportunity for someone responsible for such crimes to reflect, and if necessary be instructed on how better to commune with the world around them.
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Talak Jenste
None until a thirty-foot ring of green flame cut off their advance.
As a pale woman in red armor strode forth, three women and men hurried around the ring to tend to the injured. The creature turned as the one that controlled it set their eyes upon the interloper. Vytal Noctura and the Elemental set upon a collision course, one which drew the attention of the crowd no longer in mortal jeopardy. They watched as a flaming fist fed by the rushing currents of air consumed in its passing soared toward the smaller Dathomiri woman.
The Nightmother's gait didn't alter as she passed by that very fist and its dancing tendrils of orange and red. The towering Elemental had frozen just as it seemed poised to strike the green-eyed Witch. Not a moment was spared with the spirit. A sudden hush fell over the area as the panicked cries had gone as still as the monster that inspired them. The loud, meaty slap that followed was heard all the clearer.
After delivering a backhanded blow across the other woman's cheek, Vytal turned partially and extended her hand back toward the Elemental. The orange and red essence of the monstrosity seemed to leech away into the Nightmother's outstretched palm. "Spirits are not tools to be used to sate your own, selfish desires. Should you require to understand this better, I could quickly make your body available for them to use in such a demeaning fashion; perhaps then you will appreciate how insulting your callous and wanton enslavement is to them and your kin."
The towering monster had faded from sight with all that remained a lone tuft of flame that hovered over Vytal's palm. Her green eyes then turned from the woman to the flame. "Return, now, to your place of rest." With those words the flame faded from sight, as did the ring of green fire that had sprung up to both contain the threat and keep civilians out of harm's way.
"You will go with your Brother now, and contemplate how your actions harmed not only yourself and those around you, but the spirits with whom we share this world," the Nightmother declared as a man that had accompanied her to the scene drew near. The Mandragora had holding facilities both in concert with the Knights Obsidian at large and of their own. There would be plenty of opportunity for someone responsible for such crimes to reflect, and if necessary be instructed on how better to commune with the world around them.
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