Andraste gestures at an aivren.
CS: +1483 - TD: +537 + CvA: +25 + d100: +64 == +1035
Warding failed!
An aivren is suddenly engulfed in flames of pure essence!
... and hits for 372 points of damage!
... 40 points of damage!
Flames incinerate muscle tissue in neck exposing the trachea. More than you ever wanted to see.
The aivren is stunned!
... 40 points of damage!
... 35 points of damage!
The aivren jumps back as the chilly attack bruises its weapon hand!
... 35 points of damage!
Icy blast to the head and the aivren is reeling!
... 35 points of damage!
Visible wisps of electricity shoot up left leg. Youch!
The aivren crashes to the ground motionless.
You see GameMaster Andraste Tir-Namban the Dark Elf Demonmistress.
She appears to be in her 360's, has long, braided black hair, blue eyes, and fair skin.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a single red rose in her right hand.
She is wearing a butterfly charm, a hooded black velvet cloak singed with sigils chased with fiery crimson thread, a blackened young willow creel, a shiny badge, a ruby and onyx twisted wedding band, a vruul skin sceptre sling, a mysterious black amulet, a twisted hawthorne vine crown sporting tiny clusters of glistening ruby berries, a sinister beady-eyed raven glaring at you from its perch, a dark crimson crystal key hanging from a long twisted silver chain, some soft thigh-high vruul skin boots, a sheer bodice made of nothing more than spider's webs, a short vruul skin side-slitted tasse, a fiery ruby stylized flame talisman, a silver Brigatta pin, a red-berried and brightly beribboned holly garland, and a scorched and ensigiled shield.
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