for there are many ways to kill a man they say The former Haruspex is one of the last through the portal - not the last, but without anyone to look after, and being rather difficult to shove, she preferred to act as the shepherd. Screams, smoke, and emotions raged about her while she buckled it all in tight and reinforced the walls, urging the Helovians forward like a battle commander, until she felt that her job had been satisfactorily done. And then in she leaps, roaring like a crazed warrior, fully intent on encountering whatever may come with defiance in her chest and an acceptance of death.
But death does not come, no, she lands on solid ground and almost trips, such is her momentum forward. The soil is unfamiliar, the light different - neon? - and even the air seems to vibrate unnaturally. Her ears fall back as she bares her teeth to no one in particular, mace of a tail whipping in agitated arcs behind her. There are other in the vicinity, and while they seem to be looking for others, as of yet, there are no threats in the area. Not yet. Not… yet. Wessex allows her ears to relax a bit, though all senses are working on overdrive while she tries to find someone she knows (the problem with coming through at the end… crowds to search through). Eventually, she finds the Basin group, and quite frankly isn’t surprised that they’ve all glommed together.
“Everyone ok?” she asks, while doing a quick scan of the assembled. Some are missing… Ode, she remembers was killed in the massacre and her chest constricts for several breaths. No Beloved, but that isn’t surprising. Rhodoc? Well, he hadn’t been seen for awhile… But Lena is also missing, and her expression darkens at the thought of the bay mare being on her own. And then - oh fuck. Oh shit. OH HELL FUCKING NO. “Goddamnit, where the fuck is Tiamat?” she asks loudly, snorting aggressively as she turns back to look at the crowds. “I had to push her through, she was practically catatonic with everything that happened.”
And that’s the difference between the newer Helovians and the older - they hadn’t had time to make as many connections, the battle may not have been as traumatizing to them. To a former mercenary like Wessex, the deaths were almost nameless because survival was key, and the Basin escaped relatively unscathed. The only question now is where are they, and what kind of things are going to come crawling out to get them. Because it will happen… a group like this can’t go unnoticed, and no land is ever truly uninhabited.
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Magics:
{*]SAFE! :: [ Magic: DarkxWater | Horns and tail spikes secrete a toxin which mimic the effect of a scorpion sting. ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Poison has mild-moderate effects; lasts 1 posts in battle. ]\n\n:: [ Magic: Light (P) | Slash markings glow in the dark if exposed to enough sunlight during the day. ] \n:: [ Restrictions | Of no use in battle. ]\n\n\nEnchanted items\n[*}SAFE :: [ Item: Enchanted Bone Chanfron | Defensive. Protects against attacks that target the nervous system. Shrinks and expands on command from an ivory ring worn around a horn. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Heavy when expanded. Not always entirely effective. ]
I am not sure about this one - was hoping it'd just be a regular item?
:: [ Item: Token | Shard of shattered Time God Haruspex mirror. ]
Rift-god / Kaos items: n/a
Amulets : 2 - 1 spark, 1 moon
Companion/s : n/a
Species change (if applicable) : n/a
Requests: If you want to give her a more badass look - e.g. more spikes or something ferocious, she'd be down :D
The Portal
