[X] Duel the Lord of Outer Night -[X] Yourself -[X] Sophia: Activate warform buffs + Mindspeech + Adaptation, prepare to activate Invoking The Spirits of The Storm, telepathy with Carlos and wizards for fighting retreat -[X] STUNT:You wave off Carlos' objections with a smile."Its cool." Your caste mark begins to burn on your brow, even as eyes open all around you. "If Dread Kukulcan is looking to get some of his vassal lords killed..." You pitch your voice to carry, even as Dark Sun unfolds on your arm"I suppose I can oblige." You look in the direction Sophia indicates and continue. "Your champion has one minute to get here". Mentally, you continue. Prepare for a fighting retreat, Soph. And treachery.
[X] Duel the Lord of Outer Night -[X] Yourself -[X] Sophia: Activate warform buffs + Mindspeech, prepare to activate Invoking The Spirits of The Storm, telepathy with Carlos and wizards for fighting retreat -[X] STUNT:You wave off Carlos' objections with a smile."Its cool." Your caste mark begins to burn on your brow, even as eyes open all around you. "If Dread Kukulcan is looking to get some of his vassal lords killed..." You pitch your voice to carry, even as Dark Sun unfolds on your arm"I suppose I can oblige." You look in the direction Sophia indicates and continue. "Your champion has one minute to get here". Mentally, you continue. Prepare for a fighting retreat, Soph. And treachery.
[X] Plan Pre-Duel Buff -[X] Duel the Lord of Outer Night --[X] Yourself ---[X] By Rage Recast Roll Essence ---[X] All Things Betray 1 Willpower ---[X] Viridian Legend Exoskeleton 1 Essence ---[X] Steel Skin 1 Essence --[X] Sophia: Activate warform buffs + Mindspeech, prepare to activate Invoking The Spirits of The Storm, telepathy with Carlos and wizards for fighting retreat --[X] STUNT:You wave off Carlos' objections with a smile."Its cool." Your caste mark begins to burn on your brow, even as eyes open all around you. As your feet slowly leave the ground. "If Dread Kukulcan is looking to get some of his vassal lords killed..." You pitch your voice to carry, even as Dark Sun unfolds on your arm "I suppose I can oblige." As the wails of broken gods fill the air, and molten brass slides down your face you look in the direction Sophia indicates and continue. "Your champion has one minute to get here". Mentally, you continue. Prepare for a fighting retreat, Soph. And treachery.
