Ashes, Ashes, We all Fall

If shadows could clap their hands in glee, they would, as yet another morsel dripping with treasure and magic comes on the heels of its gluttonous feast. Though smaller, with perhaps less epicurean delight for the devouring, faceless creatures…dessert. It would be dessert. Yes, quite like dessert.

the Rift
life between worlds

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[TRANSFER NOTES : GALAHAD ]

Magic:
Transformation: Can transform into a fire Phoenix. Feathers can burn upon will.
The Rift considers your other magic a delicious delicacy.

Items:
Vanity: Gold cloth, sheer and glowing with stardust; clips with circular, swirl-engraved pin.
Defensive: Armor from Helovian Fire monster made with hide/bones/teeth with leg guards. Collapses to horn cuffs at will and can ignite.

Amulets:
The bright drops of godsblood you carry shine like beacons; but rather than safety, they usher more and more and more painfully bright white light.
It is too white, to cold to be the sun-and that is why it is so drawn to your sun-made stones. It amasses around you, so much light and brightness that you are nearly consumed. But then, you are released... but not unscathed. The light leaves behind clusters of white-flame feathers at your withers and haunches. Beware the burns those hot flames will surely bring you!