[b][center] Daedalus[/center][/b]
[b][center]Aeternus II Nexus[/center][/b]
[b][center]Lantern Festival[/center][/b]
[b][center]Affected Players: Ares, Alessia, Moon234, Banshee[/center][/b]

Approached the small gathering with a confidence that demanded outright punishment, his frosty gaze observing the array of players in a way that one would gaze at Ornaments; obsessively and somewhat creepily.

Turning towards whom he perceives as the leader, he declares in Ares' direction "Whom amongst you would deem yourself the most experienced warrior?"
With this blunt statement, the rotting ghoul which had been summoned hours before, came to rest at his side; armoured down to the bone; literally, I believe It's possible to see It's Pelvis, underneath the overlapping metals.

"I would request, that you accompany me elsewhere." His grasp tightens around Keleroth, the Black rune blade humming in agreement to his innermost thoughts; despite his outwards appearance of complete insanity, he merely waits for someone to challenge his statement, the menacing armour which surrounds him seems to flicker, as If it were alive.

Removing a flask from his belt, which contains his last HP Potion, he empties the contents into the slit which leads to his mouth; the silver skull shrouding his facial features convulsing, leading to the supposition of the armour being alive as true.

[b][center]HP 100%[/center][/b]
[b][center]SP 50%[/center][/b]
[b][center]Status effects: None[/center][/b]
[b][center]Level 1[/center][/b]

[b][center]Inventory[/center][/b]
[b][center]SP Potion x1[/center][/b]
[b][center]Gold x13[/center][/b]