[There is health to this elf's skin. A beating heart; a rushing pulse. Koltira bristles at the suggestion of connection, because even if this man had died, he was granted a true resurrection--something Koltira can never, will never experience.]
There is no wonder to me. Only curses.
[Another taxxon skitters towards them, smelling the blood of its own fallen people. Koltira extends his hand, his fingers glowing bright blue with a sphere of frozen energy. An arc of howling, icy wind bursts forth from his palm, holding the taxxon in place as it swirls around the monster's body.]
Only death.
[He steps ahead of the man, swings his runeblade, and the ice shatters as he cuts the taxxon cleanly in half. Blood sprays. Koltira runs his tongue over his teeth.]
no subject
[There is health to this elf's skin. A beating heart; a rushing pulse. Koltira bristles at the suggestion of connection, because even if this man had died, he was granted a true resurrection--something Koltira can never, will never experience.]
There is no wonder to me. Only curses.
[Another taxxon skitters towards them, smelling the blood of its own fallen people. Koltira extends his hand, his fingers glowing bright blue with a sphere of frozen energy. An arc of howling, icy wind bursts forth from his palm, holding the taxxon in place as it swirls around the monster's body.]
Only death.
[He steps ahead of the man, swings his runeblade, and the ice shatters as he cuts the taxxon cleanly in half. Blood sprays. Koltira runs his tongue over his teeth.]