EmperorsChosen
Am I a Boomer yet?
LOCATION—Amaric Temple
DATE—Early Summer
TIME—0931
DATE—Early Summer
TIME—0931
Cecelia Blake
Level 1 | Arcane Assassin
Spell Slots
Lvl. 1 3/3
Cecelia's reaction to the Dungeon's gift of mana was moderately more restrained than Leander's or Cole's. She shut her eyes briefly as she felt the influx of magic. She didn't need to test her abilities, she could feel it. They were all empowered. Here, she was only restricted in the form of her spells that required physical components. Unfortunately, her skills were less 'fun' than Leander's or Coles. She had no electricity to spark about nor ice to form. She could create more illusions or a magic hand or--poison...
Yeah, probably best not to...
Cecelia opened her eyes as their new guide appeared to greet them. Her eyes drew over to the mage with a gaze just as icy. Her expression was cold, though outwardly she was polite enough. She was a guide in training as well, so presumably she held an interest in apprenticing young adventurers. Unfortunately, Cecelia didn't have much time to analyze the woman before Cole slithered up to her. It seemed their cryomancer had a type.
The rogue watched him shoot his shot and form an icy flower in his fingertips. She stared, spectating with an unreadable expression as the flower drooped and his smirk disappeared. Even though Cecelia had mastered the art of the poker face, she felt her jaw clench as she suppressed a crack in the mask. The nonexistent chuckled was suppressed, however she could do naught to hold her tongue.
"...I'm... sure they have a potion for that at the trading post... Ehm-" Cecelia remarked dryly before she cleared her throat a bit and gave an acknowledging nod to Lumina. "...A pleasure to meet you, Lady Wynntress... I have no qualms with continuing on."