Fable - Ask Darkest Night

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There was two types of pain she was feeling in this moment.

The first pain was that of her body now running on the slimming reserve of her magical well, where a headache began to prick in a place behind her eye, just below her brow. Her joints began to feel as if they had not moved in days, leaving her movements stiff.

The second type of pain was sharp. In her closed fist, a broken piece of metal was lodged. The snapped end pressed into the fleshy part below her thumb with the intent of applying constant stream of pain to ground herself. Zephyrine knew it was doing it's intended purpose when she felt the magic flare inside her.

It allowed her to meet Kristen's gaze, unwavering as she thought of an answer. "I have not scraped the bottom yet." Dropping the hold on magic used to imprison the Cortosi ended before she could burn up with a fever. Already, she could feel herself begin to take back control of herself, although albeit wearier than she had arrived to give aide.

"I will let you know when that is close to happening. What next?"

Mortivore Urn
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"We secure our prisoner," Mortivore said with that prisoner in tow. "This little debacle has netted us a small tactical advantage. We should use it to its maximum yield. We may even learn more of our enemy. Through diligent interrogation. You did well, Zephyrine. Such magic is not easy to hold, and it may have frightened them."

The priestess's eyes flared with equal parts fear and outrage. Mortivore soon gained the aid of a pair of guardsmen, bringing her into their ramshackle fortifications.

Zephyrine
Kristen Pirian
 
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