Chapter Two: Dark Sun Rising
Makaria remained perched on the roof, comfortable with the aerial superiority she had over their foes. The Cultist with the flame magic would need to go, though. Her mirrored battle mask was already on her face, and so none could see her lips when they began to chant. Her right arm came up to touch the crystal implanted in the armor at her chest, and as she did it began to glow with a sickly green light. She closed her eyes and whispered under her breath, the barely audible words both guttural and flowing. When her eyes opened, they were filled with the same radiance. She raised her right hand, which was bathed in concentric rings of twisted symbols, and pointed towards the man who had dared to craft flame at her.
"Aggra'kezos!"
She intoned, laying the First Curse upon him. Then her hand formed a wicked claw, her lips uttering three words of roiling power that crashed upon the ears of those who heard them.
"Hazthresh'koth'arrandzi!"
Once more she tore an orb of pure void from the very fabric of reality and hurled it at the man she had cursed. It thrummed through the air as it struck, sending the fool sprawling backwards.
Bonus action to cast Hex, then for my action using Repelling Blast on the one who attacked me.
15:19, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 21 using 1d20+5. Attack.
15:19, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 7 using 1d10+3. Force
15:20, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 5 using 1d6. Necrotic.
13 damage total.
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