[ As the fortress around them continues to fall, a cold unlike any that Merrin has known before begins to set in. Much of Dathomir was still unexplored and uninhabitable, but where she resided, the temperature was comfortable and consistent; here, she is ill-prepared in far too many ways. She takes note of those shivering, huddling for warmth, barely able to remain in one place for long as the attacks grow ever more deadly and relentless. She helps with kindling fires as she can, but her focus is pulled in many directions endlessly.
With her magick, she can steady the ground at times to prevent further collapse, but her power isn't limitless. Merrin dutifully maintains her posts until the remaining towers collapse, and then she moves between different areas of the citadel when she can, knowing help is needed everywhere.
As she turns a corner and the ground shifts beneath them again, Merrin quickly wields her green magickal ichor to move a pillar out of the way just before it collapses on whomever happens to be passing through. A dire situation, perhaps, but her voice is strangely calm when she speaks. ]
You were not meant for death today. I make no such promises for tomorrow.
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With her magick, she can steady the ground at times to prevent further collapse, but her power isn't limitless. Merrin dutifully maintains her posts until the remaining towers collapse, and then she moves between different areas of the citadel when she can, knowing help is needed everywhere.
As she turns a corner and the ground shifts beneath them again, Merrin quickly wields her green magickal ichor to move a pillar out of the way just before it collapses on whomever happens to be passing through. A dire situation, perhaps, but her voice is strangely calm when she speaks. ]
You were not meant for death today. I make no such promises for tomorrow.
[ Comforting, of course, right? ]