Jul 29 2015, 04:44 PM
After the battle with Raheerah, Cancer had returned to nurse his wounds and turn his prize into a craft, and thus, into more protection. His fear of flame would serve as his inspiration and after a day's work, he'd crafted a fine shield to wear with his plated armor set. Someday, I'll make it a matching set. You'll rue the day you woke, Raheerah.
Now, suited up and feeling refreshed, he could attend to another, more pressing matter- his magic. The leopard picked his way through the cave and into the city proper, maneuvering through fallen ruins, silent and slow as not to let his armor shift noisily. Settling near the walls of Orion, hidden by the dark shadows cast by solid stone walls, he focused...
...and to his expectations, he found a few living lessers close by, like little pulsing blips in his mind's eye. The glow to his horns, his eyes, was minor, faint, compared to his more intense casts, and thus, no prey took notice.
Time to start.
"Speech"