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Featuring Nymphaea
Summer, Year 763 of the New Age
Along the Silverthorne Boarder, Blackwood Territory

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It was time to make the killer pay. His face, she couldn’t rid it from her mind all these years. The sobbing of her mother over his death all these years, the terror she felt as she ran from him—death itself. All the anger she held for the blackbloods and the ash spawns that killed her pupil, the suffering she’d endured all this time just to find a path of decay and hatred—all of it would concentrate singlely upon this act of revenge. No, avengement of what Nymphaea lost.

The grey doe crossed into the dark woods, her breath shaken from fear, but her eyes resolved. Whatever may happen, the poison master was ready to face fate’s outcome. May it even be her death instead of her foe’s.

A light pack Nym crafted out of reeds and mud swung like a pendulum around her neck. Within it was whatever poisonous plants she could find. When the time came, her horn would be covered in their juices and fibers. She would lace water with their essence and use it to her advantage. The blackbloods wouldnt play fair, and neither would she.

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Art & Character (c) Ringalou

Description

Featuring Nymphaea
Summer, Year 763 of the New Age
Along the Silverthorne Boarder, Blackwood Territory

———————
It was time to make the killer pay. His face, she couldn’t rid it from her mind all these years. The sobbing of her mother over his death all these years, the terror she felt as she ran from him—death itself. All the anger she held for the blackbloods and the ash spawns that killed her pupil, the suffering she’d endured all this time just to find a path of decay and hatred—all of it would concentrate singlely upon this act of revenge. No, avengement of what Nymphaea lost.

The grey doe crossed into the dark woods, her breath shaken from fear, but her eyes resolved. Whatever may happen, the poison master was ready to face fate’s outcome. May it even be her death instead of her foe’s.

A light pack Nym crafted out of reeds and mud swung like a pendulum around her neck. Within it was whatever poisonous plants she could find. When the time came, her horn would be covered in their juices and fibers. She would lace water with their essence and use it to her advantage. The blackbloods wouldnt play fair, and neither would she.

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Art & Character (c) Ringalou