[u][center]Daedalus[/center][/u]
[u][center]Aeternus II Nexus[/center][/u]
[u][center]Lantern Festival[/center][/u]
[center]Affected Players: Ares[/center]

Daedalus approached the vendor with a somewhat perplexed look, up until now he had thought the reality he was in was escapable, until he tried to leave-- After hours of lamentation in what he believed was a corner, he ventured into the Festival; which he had seen so many walk in to.

After a brief discussion with the Vendor, he had acquired a lantern; that of which he had seen upon the attendees; for the somewhat extortionate price of ten gold pieces; no matter, Daedalus believed he would not need Gold where he was going.
After trailing throughout the Festival, he had come to understand that nothing within the grounds which It was held at, entertained him in the slightest; so he set to work.

Beginning the spell behind a tent, which possibly belonged to a games stand, he flexed his wrists in a forwards motion; with this movement Daedalus began to stiffen, which in turn produced an arc of Purple energy between both palms of his hand, which slowly stretches out towards the ground, cracking the earth upon the floor a single hand bursts forth; that of which belongs to a Ghoul.

Despite his belief that where he stood was secluded, the nearby stutter of two voices reveals to him that others are nearby; he stares at the Ghoul which has been recently summoned, winking as he speaks. "Hide yourself, It's more than likely that they're unused to observing the undead."

Daedalus himself had only become accustom to the fact that his specialization revolved around harming himself to bring back those whom had entered death, when he chose to look down, his armoured palm had been pressed against the floor, and grasping it were two skeletal hands, whereas he had chosen to adopt a dark personality for observers, he muttered quietly "..Well that could be handy."

HP: 100%
SP: 50%
Status Effects: None
Level 1

Inventory
HP potions x1
SP potions x1
Gold x10