The shadow erected against the fierce pallor, frigid and frosty but softly crunching in its flaky wake, while the other outstretched hand, not bearing the familiar scythe with a skeletal vise, offered a gentle deed of familiarity. The helical squalls twirled and coiled round about the old scholar, who gazed curiously upon the kind gesture of her contractual patron, a suggestion to elevate her in status and to join ranks amongst the dead. The Archfey’s presence and books were undeniable, though the sickly countenance bore a crown of ambiguity, like a nigh decipherable sign fettered in the amalgamated symbols of Infernal and Elvish, couth but incomprehensible. Then, words soon jaunted into the glacial air, torrid with the celestial weight of buoyancy and resilience of her Beloved, breaking the enchanting trance that graced the semblance of her prior existence.

[color=ed1c24]“I can use magic.”[/color]

Eyes blinked. The Aasimar gleaned that her feet were already beneath her shrugging knees, somehow standing amidst the incorporeal silhouettes of saints, which quickly disappeared as if beckoned by the bell which tolled for the resurgence of Ysgard.  Her hands scraped past two new abraded tomes, shackled in secrecy and in dusk. They were paged gifts of her sickled master, prompting forgetful remembrance of the prodigy which plagued the battle before the neutral Guardian. Ruron, the pupil of Shujaat, vanished as promptly as his appearance, but the undermining rationale heralded a confusion as vexing as the peculiar volumes that tethered each thigh, separating its girded utility by their polar locales. 

Katia showered the cleric’s concentration with a glittering phantasmagoria, interrupting her internal fathoms and phantoms that inundated her thoughts. It seemed that not only the reborn sage was bestowed with mystical endowments, but the Tabaxi and the others publicized an enriched armament in tier and character.

However, not for the Light. Or for Darkness. But to strike balance.

Her murky arms, tightened by the waspy tendrils of false life, hugged the monk, releasing only to glance across the breadth of her shoulder at the monster slayer and longing sailor. 

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“The weight of our convictions must now equilibrate with the gravity of weathered harmony, whether we be impious prey or righteous predator.”[/color]

[@Cu Chulainn], [@The Harbinger of Ferocity], [@Hekazu], [@JBRam2002]

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Under the guise of unconsciousness, Wick grasps Theodore's hand, presuming that it is of her patron's. Once fully awakened, she will return the embrace of Katia with her own, standing and addressing Theodor and Cesar.

In regards to her Level up, she will switch the invocation of [i]Agonizing Blast[/i] for the [i]Book of Ancient Secrets[/i] and gain: [i]Comprehend Languages[/i] and [i]Detect Magic[/i], at will. She will also obtain [i]Pact of the Tome[/i] for 3rd level Pact Boon with the following cantrips: [i]Word of Radiance, Shillelagh[/i], and [i]Produce Flame[/i]. Finally, for her second level spell, she will gain Invisibility alongside two second level spell slots.

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