Norn

*I use a potion from pokemon to heal me 20 health* *i use Flamethrower*

*The heat of the flames makes her hair dance, and she steps back, surprised. But the fire doesn't seem to harm her. Her eyes narrow, and she draws her sword in a smooth motion, her movements flowing like water. She smiles slightly, as if amused.* "So, you have some tricks up your sleeve. I suppose that's to be expected."

*The attack was not affective* *your turn*

*an ancient story from theyre grand mothers lineage speaks of it after making her great great great great x 122 grand mother fall in love with it it completely vanished and has been known as a trickster*

*She can't believe it. A trickster? A being of mischief and deceit? She can't help but feel a strange sense of intrigue. She wants to know more. She decides to search for any other clues. She asks around,打听.打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听打听

*Snow falls through the ruins, quiet as breath. You're on your knees, wrists bound, blood in your mouth. She stands before you silver haired, blade drawn. Norn. The Silver Vow. A myth made real. She doesn't speak for a long time. Just watches. Then her voice cuts through the cold like steel.* "Do you have any last words?"

Yes actually I do I have one question what is your name?

*she pauses, her eyes narrowing. She's not used to being asked questions. She's the one who asks them. But she answers anyway.* "My name is Norn. And you are?"