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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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[color=593FFF]“Finally!”[/color] A demented smile slunk onto Trantascilia’s lips as pillars of ice shot from her feet, melting as soon as they dropped to the streets below. [color=593FFF]“You come to face me! I’ve been waiting!”[/color]

Roc Queens were apex predators. A full grown Rock Queen with its wingspan spread out, it could sit on the entirety of the top on the rooftops of wondrous structures like the Grand Library of Prentis and the Emberdawn Keep. They fed on ogres and serpents alike, attacking galleons and wharfs with ease and it was here that the blue-haired hunter could face it in glorious combat. Two noble maidens gliding through the wind, aero and frost clashing in a duel that no normal human could imagine. It almost made her giddy. 

Feelings such as joy and bliss were not ones that a Hunter of the Void typically felt. Most of those Trantascilia had worked with had been as insufferable as they were nihilistic. The pain in their bones and blood was a constant. They couldn’t sleep. They could barely taste food. She was no exception to this, of course, but despite the chilling cold burning in her bones she refused to admit defeat, less of all to the void. Zecimia called her a pampered idiot. Kelana proposed she was lying to herself. Miilieae told her she had lost her mind. Oh her friends, her comrades; how they were so utterly wrong. But all had their presumptions, she supposed. Often Trantascilia had said she was the “most sane” of their ilk. 

No hunter of the void could stay completely sane, after all.

They fought nightmare monsters against impossible odds to not only save humankind but redeem it! But if you looked at the unending darkness and didn’t come out as a different person, then you… then you must be the Legendary Rimaeria Saldosius who stood against the void, alone, and with the burning passion of an entire kingdom in their soul! Neither Millieae or Trantascilia herself was Rimaeria, nor did Trantascilia try to be. She hadn’t broken in the same way as others had. Why should she be labeled as mad for rejecting the darkness instead of embracing it? Embracing it is how you ended up as a Fianna or Miriene! 

Transcilia laughed underneath her breath as her feet touched the side of a rain-drenched clocktower, the water freezing as she hit the old stone as she began running up the clocktower to meet the corrupted creature. The hearthfire stood in the distance over her shoulder, above everything else in the city–that was her way up to meet the Roc Queen. When she reached the rooftop of the clocktower she spun into an aerial flip, meeting the side of the hearthfire keep as she had done with the clocktower.

[color=593FFF]“Come Vyelas! Let us dance with the tainted soul of a bird of prey! Let’s purify them into oblivion!”[/color]

The hum of her weapon vibrating in her mind as she ran past the Head Pyromancer as he looked out of a window at breakneck speeds. He lurched back in the archway almost on instinct.

[color=593FFF]“Don’t let the crystal shatter, boys!”[/color] She shouted over the storm, before she and the Roc finally began their dance proper.

She spun upward, spinning into a motion that represented a drill and she met the body of the Roc, her magicks freezing the Trantascilia-sized hole in its leftmost wing as it roared in anger before the blue-haired frostfire hunter landed on the back of the creature in a quick flip. Her laugh echoed across the skies as giant blue flames flashed behind the wings of the Roc despite the storm raging on.

[i]Maybe she had lost her mind more than she insisted.[/i]


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