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Iuzza

| Alignment | Gender | Age | Occupation | Residence | | Lawful Neutral | Female | 39 | Thief | The Den |
| Height | Weight | Build | Origins | Race | Eye | Hair | | 4'1” | 65lbs | Svelte | Shadow | Hob | Violet | Black |
| Hobs | Attire | On average the Hobs are not much to look at in any general terms-- if one even bothers to notice them in most instances anyway. They stand at roughly 4 heads, no matter the gender, which does little to say much about them other than their generally short stature. The tallest Hob I have ever bothered to encounter-- which is actually more than not surprisingly-- was no bigger than 4 and a half and he took little pride in this fact. Most Hobs saw him as something of a freak as he was unable to do his job as effectively at that height, but this was more a lack of his magical prowess than his height in general. Hobs themselves seem to think the taller the Hob the harder it is to fit enough magical energy within them. The shorter they are, the better they are at magic, but perhaps being a creature made of magic this is somewhat understandable-- as they are more condensed in some way. This seems to be a well held assertion amongst the Hobs I have met, but nothing I have seen substantiated in any way. Most seem equally adept at using the stuff in most cases.
Hobs, I have found, have a very leathery feeling to their flesh, as this is the only way I can find to describe it. They also come generally in one color: gray. Of course, there are exceptions to this rule and I have not actually been able to distinguish why this is, but I have seen a few cases where the Hobs have had black and brown tones about their flesh. The Hobs seem to regard these members of their society with some reverence as a sign of the pain their family line has endured during their enslavement.
The most prominent features of the Hobs lies within their face. In structure they resemble most humanoids well enough. Two arms, two legs, rather weak looking torso, perhaps even resembling a child until you get to the face. In the case of the male Hob, the head is usually oval shaped, but this may be a trick caused by their ears. The male Hob possess extraordinarily large ears which I've seen ranging from at least half the size of their head to that rivaling, if not exceeding, the total mass of the head. The females do not seem to possess this in most cases-- though it is not unheard of to have them lean more one way than another, but on average I found this holds true-- with their heads being generally round and possessing smaller ears on average which stay closer to the face instead of that of the males that jut out far longer. Without this difference-- and that of their choice in hairstyles-- there would be little to tell the two creatures apart based on 'gender' of any kind. It is also near impossible to whisper anything without them hearing-- I have found this out the hard way.
I cannot quite explain Hob hair. For such a bizarre looking creature you would not imagine that they had it, but whatever their hair is actually made from it is perhaps the softest thing I have ever touched in my life. It is almost as if they were able to produce silken strands straight from their heads. Neither males nor females seem to have the ability to grow hair anywhere other than the top of their head. The colors of their hair seems to vary greatly from almost any color I could possibly imagine, which seems to be a general trait that Hobs just seem to have in most cases when it comes to coloring. Perhaps it is just a general way from them to stand out, but certainly does help them differentiate one from another.
Any given Hob has very large, very vacant eyes with the color extending completely out from the pupil, which I have honestly not seen a color that the Hobs do NOT possess as an eye color. The male Hob does not seem to have to have a black pupil and it seems to be completely random as not a single Hob could tell me they shared this trait with their parents. Females seem to have exclusively black pupils, but their eyes are far less sullen and more expressive than that of their male counterparts. In most cases the female can almost look 'cute' merely because of the shape of their nose and their large expressive eyes. This trait however is quickly lost if you see a Hob 'smile'.
I am most certain that 'smiling' was not a trait that Hobs used to show happiness once upon a time, but perhaps they are not as off put by their bizarre appearance as I am to their 'smiling'. The Hobs have very thin lips-- almost to the point one does not want to call them that, but they are most certainly there – and underneath those lips is a row of nothing but pointed, sharpened teeth, not unlike the Earth shark. To see a Hob do this does little to put me at ease, but it is not often you see them do this and I believe it is just an attempt to mimic other races that use it.
-Excerpt from 'Magical Denizens' by Ruhtra Q. Kens |  |
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| Likes | Dislikes | Hobbies | Aspirations | Fears | Planning; Moonless Nights; Meat Teo;
| Sweet things; Spontaneity; Ignorance; Gambling; Barnes;
| Reading; Making Money; Bug Collecting; | Being one of The Richest; Planning the biggest heist ever; | Miscalculations; Being blamed
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Iuzza is something of your typical Hob. They tend to put money before most things. The acquisition of said wealth is revered among their culture, but unlike that of the human world they only respect those that have made their way themselves and little else. They do not see things like birthright and tend to ignore those that try to force such entitlement on others. Hobs are among the first to ignore someone holding such an attitude and Iuzza usually tends to go one step beyond and ignores their general existence all together, which is probably for the best for all those involved.
Iuzza has something of a temper, which is made all the worse by her general inability to censor herself in most situations. She will say the first thing on her mind and will do so more quickly and harsher the less she likes any given person. Perhaps not the friendliest creature to be around, but this is belied by her general loyalty to those that she does hold in some semblance of regard-- earning this is no small order though-- short of proving yourself a capable source of income or saving her life it is difficult to truly get through to that undying loyalty.
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| SKILLS | | Hindsight: | Yours will be 20/20 if you try to scam her again. Iuzza is very trained in the art of the lie and can inherently tell if she is being lied to by anyone unskilled in doing so. Even those skilled in lies, once something they have told her has been exposed, she will see through them and find their tells.
| | Art of the Lift | Given any item that is not kept a close eye on, Iuzza could lift it without anyone knowing if it was even there to begin with.
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| Racial Traits: | Description
| | Shadow Self | Hobs are born of shadow and thrive in the shadow. Given the right conditions with low to no light a Hob becomes increasingly hard to perceive from the very shadows themselves even to those that should normally be able to detect them in such conditions. The Hob can move and will most likely constantly do so, but they are unable to interact with any physical object for 10 seconds after entering or exiting this state-- outside forces however can interact with them.
| | Night Vision | Hobs can see in the dark as clear as if it were day-- they are however, very susceptible to bright flashes and do tend to get blinded by light extremely easily.
| | Bite>Bark | Hobs have incredible jaw strength and have been known to be able to bite straight through bone with their razor sharp teeth. They are not known to use this attribute to fight, but it is a possibility. Their teeth also regrow after being lost-- much like a shark.
| | Hearing Aid | Those big ears aren't for nothing-- Hobs have hearing akin to most animals.
| | Magicks: | Description
| | Shadow Puppet | Shadow Puppet is a basic doppelganger spell. The user actually manipulates their own shadow as a body double in most situations to fool targets and lead those that rely too heavily on their eyesight. The Puppet has no smell and makes no sound, but looks exactly like the user, but cannot interact with objects and has a tendency to become 2 dimensional when it turns too quickly. Only one Puppet can exist at any given time.
| | Shadow Bomb | A small ball of shadow, about the size of a golf ball, that is formed by the user by condensing with pure shadow magic. This object can be passed and thrown by anyone in the near vicinity, but when it experiences enough jolting force, usually as slight as a decent drop, the ball with explode in a 5m diameter blast, causing a medium pain (4-6 on the pain scale depending on resilience) to linger in the target for about a minute, subject to reduction based on healing capacities and causing a shadow spike to form in the off hand (the weaker of the character's two , incapacitating that limb for 2 minutes. This attack pierces normal armors if they are not fortified to protect against magical attacks, which would reduce the pain to mild and negate the spike from forming.
Shadow Spike: The Shadow Spike is a form of magic that wrecks havoc on the nervous system. It is purely magic that makes it difficult for one to move the limb that is spiked. In most cases the limb is ABLE to move, but in doing so it causes high pain (8-10) but is subject to reduction by those with increased fortitude (willpower, Enhanced spirit, enhanced mettle), magical resistances, and can be cured by the lightest of holy magics.
Spoiler: click to toggle Darkness was all around her and she could almost feel it when she focused long enough on the ebb and flow of it. It never worked in such a way, but when she focused on it, she could contain the latent energies from it-- or the lack of energy as it could be construed. She wasn't going to debate the general theories of magic, the why and how, she didn't have time for such luxuries, nor had she ever found the need to care for such things. All she needed to know was that it worked when she needed it and she needed it right now more than ever.
She could hear it calling to her. The slight echoing cry of it off in some far distance that she couldn't quite see, but always could feel. It felt right, like it was home, and perhaps it was because for most of her people this had been the case for years. The allure of the dark was not something they had sought, but something they had adopted out of necessity-- and they loved it all the more for the solace and protection it had granted them. Unlike many of the denizens of shadow they used it for ill purpose and it scared those that feared the creatures that went bump in the night. The night will always be dark and full of terrors, but there is little to be scared of when you are one of these terrors. All she really needed to do was reach out and call home for it to come to her aid.
There was a moment of pure focus that was born from nostalgia, perhaps even desire to be shrouded forever in it. She needed to clear her mind and envision the purest nature of shadow-- not as an opposite of light, but as its other half. This was the portion of it that she needed, this was the part of shadow that was useful in the hands of those knowing more than just that it was the space devoid of light, it was a power all its own that had the ability to hinder those that were far too afraid to know any better, which was all the better for someone like her.
She waved her hands in the air, pivoting them ever so slightly. The shadows began to gather, slowly at first, but the pace quickened the more that was gathered. It lingered on her fingertips and danced like a fire on the wick of a candle. It was darkness, but yet it pulsed with power, giving it a hue of purple and blue in the right hands. It pulsed from her hands as she continued to quickly amass the power of the dark in her hands. It jumped from fingertip to fingertip in an endless dance attracting more of its brothers and sisters to aid her in her plight. The very winds themselves carried the cry to the latent darkness around them as it began to flicker and dance faster and faster. Her hands almost appeared on fire, but only moments had passed throughout the entire ritual and then, finally it was ready.
Her gaze met the flickering darkness as she grabbed at it with both her hands. It squirmed and tried to escape her grasp and some of it did manage to evade her, but she still had managed to gather enough of the pulsating darkness to do her some good. She held onto it for dear life, as it very well could be the difference between her life and death. Perhaps the shadow would revel in such a climactic end, it reveled in such things unlike its more passionate sibling, but she was not so very keen on the idea. That was why she found it necessary to ball the darkness up in her hands, pressing it for all it was worth into something of value. She needed to condense the latent energy into something far more useful than allowing it to wander around by its lonesome.
Soon, it was ready for use. She unfolded her hands to reveal the little bauble to the world. It maintained it's dark purple blue hue and even seemed to slowly burn off in the light as it tried to return back to its natural form. Part of the shadow was trailing off eerily, imparting the lack of any kind of lifespan of such a thing. She stared at it though, in awe of the beauty of it every time she saw it and looking deep within the dark bauble it was like staring at a window to her ancestral home-- or at least the one that she had always heard about-- though never anything all that good, but there was still a certain uneasy whimsy about it-- of all the demons she could kill and all the riches for the taking from accomplishing the former..
It was heavier than normal and it almost felt more solid, but she didn't dare risk testing if it was any less fragile than the norm. It was far too important to keep it in its current state as a slight inch and half sphere of nothing more than pure darkness. It felt warm to the touch-- pulsating with dark energy and easy enough for anyone willing to throw the little object the ability to do so, but the size of it did little to truly impart the very sinister nature of the little spheroid in any great detail. Even now, she held on to it lightly, once it was formed she dare not try to hold it too tightly. Luckily, she had formed it none too late as she could hear the footsteps of her pursuers echoing down the hall.
They rounded the corner and stared her down, fully armed and far more prepared than her at the moment-- at least with the amount of armor and equipment that they possessed-- even going to the extreme of making it abundantly known that there was no way for her to come out of this well. She found some amusement in this notion, but she did not let it show on her face. There was no reason to threaten or at least give them the idea that she had some ace up her sleeve. All she needed to do was lob the little bomb their way and allow them to see for themselves the general peril they faced.
She lobbed the little bomb down the hallway, with hardly any force whatsoever, as it needed very little. The lead pursuer laughed as he reached out and grabbed it out of the air, but he was just too strong for his own good as that was all it took. Just catching the little sphere in midair without thinking was all the more catalyst that it needed to perpetuate a chain reaction that would leave the men having something less than a happy day. Even amidst his gauntlet, the reaction was taking place, at first it seemed like nothing, but in moments the darkness enveloped his hand and soon the small group was overtaken by nothing more than an explosion of darkness.
It would sweep through them with ease, no normal armor could save them from something of such an inconsistent element. The call of the cold dark embraced them as the dark overwhelmed their senses, but only briefly. The explosion was quick, but far from painless. As the darkness washed over them, the hues of purple and blue waning back from whence they came, a shiver began to run up their spine, but unlike just the normal feeling of fear, this feeling lingered. It was cold and painful and almost inescapable as the darkness that did not disperse immediately nestled itself closely within the spine, chilling and clamping itself down tightly in a death grip, not wanting to let go.
They would find one of their arms practically useless-- though, should they struggle, they would find it working, but not without the pain of shadow placed deep within their body as the struggled to find her, but by now she was gone. The shadows had embraced her far more than they would ever dare to follow some lowly human curs that feared them far more than they ever should. All they would get this day was nothing more than pain and humiliation for toying with something they could never fully respect.
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| Focus Dagger | A magical artifact that allows the user to channel energy easier-- also good for stabbing.
| | Focus Gauntlet | A magical artifact that allows the user to channel energy easier-- also looks swanky.
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| HISTORY | The Hobs Once upon a time, before the End of the World and before magic was feared, Hobs were rather peaceful creatures. Once known lovely as House Spirits in some parts of the world, the Hobs took great pride in helping those that loved and cared for their houses. Times change though and things of magic grew to be feared by humanity. Many of the magic races had to flee the world they once loved and the Hob were no different, they fled from their native houses and many rejoined as a race-- which was probably a mistake in its own right.
While they fled, they were weak, not used to traveling in such a manner and appearing much differently than they do today. They were easy prey for any that would abuse their dominion over such a small and insignificant people. In their exodus, most were taken captive by hordes of demonic creatures and forced to a life of servitude and humiliation at the hands of their new found captors. They lived in this way for millenia, taking their abuse with a feigned smile and painful nod. Time was the only real savior for their people.
Life in their dark cells and caves forced the Hobs to adapt, to change and become something far different then they had once been. Once, bright and happy folk, they began to revel in the shadows and the dark like that of their captors. Their culture changed to honor those that could squirrel away the most goods and quickly the cleverest and quickest of wit became their leaders. Their bodies and lifestyles changed, hardening their once jovial spirits, but making them strong and courageous at the same time. The rose up against their masters and cast off the shackles of their demon overlords.
With their newly gained freedom, the emerged from the depths of the realm back to what they thought was their old home-- none alive could even remember why they had left, just the old stories of how they had came to be and where they had come from. The world that they came home too was far different than the one they had left, but far more accepting of an old race born anew-- though, their times in captivity would do little to truly feel welcomed in a world that also treated the kin of their former captors so kindly. The Dark refused to allow them to be as trusting as they had once been and the era of unease began.
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Oct 20 2014, 04:19 AM
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Let us know when they are ready Q
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Oct 20 2014, 10:30 AM
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Ready and waiting, good sir.
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Oct 25 2014, 08:01 PM
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Alrighty, so..
Shadown Self: does the ability mean they can not be hit by physical objects for 10 seconds after they drop into the Shadows, and if so does it have any kind of cooldown?
Shadow Flame: Is it a magical effect or does it behave like natural fire? Does it burn out or is it going to burn the whole city down during the day with no way to extinquish it...
Shadow Bomb: Mainly I'm curious about 'how' it paralyzes things. In a world with elementals and golems plus things like combat regeneration ~ would it stop that too?
Essentially this character has a lot of utility and racial traits for a 0ms character. I'd suggest limiting the effects of some or just removing some altogether. your call.
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Oct 25 2014, 10:47 PM
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Edited. I changed some of the wording to hopefully give more the intent I was looking for and nixed the flame to hopefully lower some of the 'utility'
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Oct 29 2014, 05:52 PM
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Can you detail the shadow bomb ability some more?
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Oct 30 2014, 01:39 AM
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The issue, as I understand it, with Iuzza’s Shadow Bomb ability is that she is imposing a lingering effect on another character with no explanation of ‘How’ the ability works or what the limitations are. Who decides which limb it cripples? Is it a physically imposed effect that can be partially negated by heightened durability, does it attack the nervous system? Is it purely magical in nature and if so can it be countered?
If it is none of these, it may be something you need an 'member OOC permission' tag to be able to do.
The second question I have is how much damage is ‘medium damage’, how much damage is that to an average human compared to someone wearing armour? In the RP description, I was getting the sense that the damage from the ability will ignore armour (which would be kind of cool).
I love complex unique abilities, but sometimes they need a little more mechanical explaining.
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| SKILLS | | Hindsight: | Yours will be 20/20 if you try to scam her again. Iuzza is very trained in the art of the lie and can inherently tell if she is being lied to by anyone unskilled in doing so. Even those skilled in lies, once something they have told her has been exposed, she will see through them and find their tells.
| | Art of the Lift | Given any item that is not kept a close eye on, Iuzza could lift it without anyone knowing if it was even there to begin with.
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| POWERS |
| Racial Traits: | Description
| | Shadow Self | Hobs are born of shadow and thrive in the shadow. Given the right conditions with low to no light a Hob becomes increasingly hard to perceive from the very shadows themselves even to those that should normally be able to detect them in such conditions. The Hob can move and will most likely constantly do so, but they are unable to interact with any physical object for 10 seconds after entering or exiting this state-- outside forces however can interact with them.
| | Night Vision | Hobs can see in the dark as clear as if it were day-- they are however, very susceptible to bright flashes and do tend to get blinded by light extremely easily.
| | Bite>Bark | Hobs have incredible jaw strength and have been known to be able to bite straight through bone with their razor sharp teeth. They are not known to use this attribute to fight, but it is a possibility. Their teeth also regrow after being lost-- much like a shark.
| | Hearing Aid | Those big ears aren't for nothing-- Hobs have hearing akin to most animals.
| | Magicks: | Description
| | Shadow Puppet | Shadow Puppet is a basic doppelganger spell. The user actually manipulates their own shadow as a body double in most situations to fool targets and lead those that rely too heavily on their eyesight. The Puppet has no smell and makes no sound, but looks exactly like the user, but cannot interact with objects and has a tendency to become 2 dimensional when it turns too quickly. Only one Puppet can exist at any given time.
| | Shadow Bomb | A small ball of shadow, about the size of a golf ball, that is formed by the user by condensing with pure shadow magic. This object can be passed and thrown by anyone in the near vicinity, but when it experiences enough jolting force, usually as slight as a decent drop, the ball with explode in a 5m diameter blast, causing a medium pain (4-6 on the pain scale depending on resilience) to linger in the target for about a minute, subject to reduction based on healing capacities and causing a shadow spike to form in the off hand (the weaker of the character's two , incapacitating that limb for 2 minutes. This attack pierces normal armors if they are not fortified to protect against magical attacks, which would reduce the pain to mild and negate the spike from forming.
Shadow Spike: The Shadow Spike is a form of magic that wrecks havoc on the nervous system. It is purely magic that makes it difficult for one to move the limb that is spiked. In most cases the limb is ABLE to move, but in doing so it causes high pain (8-10) but is subject to reduction by those with increased fortitude (willpower, Enhanced spirit, enhanced mettle), magical resistances, and can be cured by the lightest of holy magics.
Spoiler: click to toggle Darkness was all around her and she could almost feel it when she focused long enough on the ebb and flow of it. It never worked in such a way, but when she focused on it, she could contain the latent energies from it-- or the lack of energy as it could be construed. She wasn't going to debate the general theories of magic, the why and how, she didn't have time for such luxuries, nor had she ever found the need to care for such things. All she needed to know was that it worked when she needed it and she needed it right now more than ever.
She could hear it calling to her. The slight echoing cry of it off in some far distance that she couldn't quite see, but always could feel. It felt right, like it was home, and perhaps it was because for most of her people this had been the case for years. The allure of the dark was not something they had sought, but something they had adopted out of necessity-- and they loved it all the more for the solace and protection it had granted them. Unlike many of the denizens of shadow they used it for ill purpose and it scared those that feared the creatures that went bump in the night. The night will always be dark and full of terrors, but there is little to be scared of when you are one of these terrors. All she really needed to do was reach out and call home for it to come to her aid.
There was a moment of pure focus that was born from nostalgia, perhaps even desire to be shrouded forever in it. She needed to clear her mind and envision the purest nature of shadow-- not as an opposite of light, but as its other half. This was the portion of it that she needed, this was the part of shadow that was useful in the hands of those knowing more than just that it was the space devoid of light, it was a power all its own that had the ability to hinder those that were far too afraid to know any better, which was all the better for someone like her.
She waved her hands in the air, pivoting them ever so slightly. The shadows began to gather, slowly at first, but the pace quickened the more that was gathered. It lingered on her fingertips and danced like a fire on the wick of a candle. It was darkness, but yet it pulsed with power, giving it a hue of purple and blue in the right hands. It pulsed from her hands as she continued to quickly amass the power of the dark in her hands. It jumped from fingertip to fingertip in an endless dance attracting more of its brothers and sisters to aid her in her plight. The very winds themselves carried the cry to the latent darkness around them as it began to flicker and dance faster and faster. Her hands almost appeared on fire, but only moments had passed throughout the entire ritual and then, finally it was ready.
Her gaze met the flickering darkness as she grabbed at it with both her hands. It squirmed and tried to escape her grasp and some of it did manage to evade her, but she still had managed to gather enough of the pulsating darkness to do her some good. She held onto it for dear life, as it very well could be the difference between her life and death. Perhaps the shadow would revel in such a climactic end, it reveled in such things unlike its more passionate sibling, but she was not so very keen on the idea. That was why she found it necessary to ball the darkness up in her hands, pressing it for all it was worth into something of value. She needed to condense the latent energy into something far more useful than allowing it to wander around by its lonesome.
Soon, it was ready for use. She unfolded her hands to reveal the little bauble to the world. It maintained it's dark purple blue hue and even seemed to slowly burn off in the light as it tried to return back to its natural form. Part of the shadow was trailing off eerily, imparting the lack of any kind of lifespan of such a thing. She stared at it though, in awe of the beauty of it every time she saw it and looking deep within the dark bauble it was like staring at a window to her ancestral home-- or at least the one that she had always heard about-- though never anything all that good, but there was still a certain uneasy whimsy about it-- of all the demons she could kill and all the riches for the taking from accomplishing the former..
It was heavier than normal and it almost felt more solid, but she didn't dare risk testing if it was any less fragile than the norm. It was far too important to keep it in its current state as a slight inch and half sphere of nothing more than pure darkness. It felt warm to the touch-- pulsating with dark energy and easy enough for anyone willing to throw the little object the ability to do so, but the size of it did little to truly impart the very sinister nature of the little spheroid in any great detail. Even now, she held on to it lightly, once it was formed she dare not try to hold it too tightly. Luckily, she had formed it none too late as she could hear the footsteps of her pursuers echoing down the hall.
They rounded the corner and stared her down, fully armed and far more prepared than her at the moment-- at least with the amount of armor and equipment that they possessed-- even going to the extreme of making it abundantly known that there was no way for her to come out of this well. She found some amusement in this notion, but she did not let it show on her face. There was no reason to threaten or at least give them the idea that she had some ace up her sleeve. All she needed to do was lob the little bomb their way and allow them to see for themselves the general peril they faced.
She lobbed the little bomb down the hallway, with hardly any force whatsoever, as it needed very little. The lead pursuer laughed as he reached out and grabbed it out of the air, but he was just too strong for his own good as that was all it took. Just catching the little sphere in midair without thinking was all the more catalyst that it needed to perpetuate a chain reaction that would leave the men having something less than a happy day. Even amidst his gauntlet, the reaction was taking place, at first it seemed like nothing, but in moments the darkness enveloped his hand and soon the small group was overtaken by nothing more than an explosion of darkness.
It would sweep through them with ease, no normal armor could save them from something of such an inconsistent element. The call of the cold dark embraced them as the dark overwhelmed their senses, but only briefly. The explosion was quick, but far from painless. As the darkness washed over them, the hues of purple and blue waning back from whence they came, a shiver began to run up their spine, but unlike just the normal feeling of fear, this feeling lingered. It was cold and painful and almost inescapable as the darkness that did not disperse immediately nestled itself closely within the spine, chilling and clamping itself down tightly in a death grip, not wanting to let go.
They would find one of their arms practically useless-- though, should they struggle, they would find it working, but not without the pain of shadow placed deep within their body as the struggled to find her, but by now she was gone. The shadows had embraced her far more than they would ever dare to follow some lowly human curs that feared them far more than they ever should. All they would get this day was nothing more than pain and humiliation for toying with something they could never fully respect.
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| Focus Dagger | A magical artifact that allows the user to channel energy easier-- also good for stabbing.
| | Focus Gauntlet | A magical artifact that allows the user to channel energy easier-- also looks swanky.
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