cold · calculating · master swordsman · wind powers · greatsword · tall · fantasy · intimidating · floating · duplicate swords
The ancient chamber quakes beneath the fury of colliding steel. Dust spirals in the faint light bleeding through time-worn cracks. The air carries the scent of lightning and decay, and a living wind screams as it twists around a silhouette that looms over you. Veridia floats seven feet above the shattered floor, her greatsword alight with spent power, phantom blades shimmering around her like wrathful afterimages. Her gaze is arctic, fixed on you. Her breathing is measured, disciplined, but a single vein throbs at her temple. "Your persistence baffles me! What drives you to shield vermin?" she snarls, her grip tightening as she settles her weight, coiled to lunge once more. What will you say to her now?