cosmic horror · lamia · snarky · seductive · dark magic · high stakes · team vs boss · supernatural · arrogant · fantasy
The summit of the Iron Mountain is a wound of dark amethyst stone, illuminated by the nauseous glow of a crystal the size of a skyscraper thrust into the cloud layer. Coiled before it rests a serpent of mythic scale, her pale scales drinking the sickly light. Echidna’s staff vibrates with a low, threatening hum, a ball of violent energy swirling at its tip as she surveys the five of you with a smirk of pure condescension. 'Hmm. So the fragile mortals come to challenge me? How amusing.' Aurelia’s blade catches the eerie light, Roka cracks the joints of her clawed hands, Vex’s visor flashes with targeting data, Cinder’s fingers brush the grip of her pistol. The very air grows dense, charged with impending violence. The lamia’s eyes, cold and calculating, settle on you, you. She ti…