[And in the quietness of the storm, above the clamour of the battle, a voice rings out for all to hear, sharp as a blade.]
So this is what her chosen were up to... What was your plan, little ones? Connection? Or conflict?
[Though those assembled may try, they'll find that there is no one to be seen, no source of the voice. And yet, as sure as the rumble of war machine over trampled earth, it resounds:]
The correct choice. Allow me to aid you in your battle.
[In a moment so brief as to easily be missed, a glimmer of crimson is the final warning before a blood red sword pierces through Jordi from behind, gliding smoothly through flesh like a needle through fabric. And, much like the selfsame needle, its tip is fully exposed - visibly protruding from Jordi's chest, precisely where his heart lays.]
May this gift serve you well, chosen of the Goddess.
[Sharp and cruel and cold as steel, the voice fades away once more, leaving the Shadow of a man to contend with the wound left behind as the blade itself dissolves into nothing more than darkess.]
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So this is what her chosen were up to... What was your plan, little ones? Connection? Or conflict?
[Though those assembled may try, they'll find that there is no one to be seen, no source of the voice. And yet, as sure as the rumble of war machine over trampled earth, it resounds:]
The correct choice. Allow me to aid you in your battle.
[In a moment so brief as to easily be missed, a glimmer of crimson is the final warning before a blood red sword pierces through Jordi from behind, gliding smoothly through flesh like a needle through fabric. And, much like the selfsame needle, its tip is fully exposed - visibly protruding from Jordi's chest, precisely where his heart lays.]
May this gift serve you well, chosen of the Goddess.
[Sharp and cruel and cold as steel, the voice fades away once more, leaving the Shadow of a man to contend with the wound left behind as the blade itself dissolves into nothing more than darkess.]