Intruders

You are brave, child of the sea, to venture here. Physical form or not; the Rift is starving, and its gluttonous teeth pay no mind to native blood or foreign blood. There is no safety to be had here, on this day.

The forces shift, turn, stare at your ephemeral form. Many many many eyes fixate on your soul; an amphitheater of hunger observing, waiting. All predators before the kill.

And they lunge, in unison, at your formless body. None are safe. All is lost.

the Rift

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[ACCEPTANCE NOTES : ILUNGA ]

Magic:
Immortality: Immortal except if skin dries out.
Knowledge: Able to travel by means of astral projection.
The Rift gleefully gorges itself on your other magic. The Portal knows no loyalty to natives.

Items:
Offensive: Whale-tooth spear that sucks blood when inflicting wounds and prevents clotting.
Offensive: Dagger that glows when wet, has sheath.

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