"We follow in footsteps both blessed and cursed," Veshka rasps. She spits a bloody gobbet on the ground. "Beware. Metuak knew the route as well as us."
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Veshka rocks as though the dragon's blows had struck her, life-giving blood pouring from her mouth onto the frozen ground. "Kill... Her!"
Veshka hunkers down outside of the range of the blast. She's already patched up Catamoch's wounds, so she turns to her own.
With the dragon's blood cursed, Veshka turns to blessing Catamoch once more.
Veshka pours the last reserves of her power, of her hate into Venexus, binding her blood to the dragon's so that it too will fall like rain upon this battlefield.
Veshka urges Catamoch on and Venexus's nightmares continue!
Veshka falls back with a cry, lashed through her bond with Catamoch by winter storm and crackling lightning! She feverishly patches up her wounds while Catamoch roams closer to Ashen Swale.
Veshka points a taloned finger at Idovik with a shriek. "Cast down this pretender, Catamoch!"
Veshka and Catamoch advance on the dragon foolish enough to remain by the bridge. Veshka continues to concentrate on her Blessing, ensuring that it envelops Valda and Kadosh as well...
Veshka and Catamoch emerge through the blizzard chilled but not frozen thanks to their fiendish resilience. Veshka tears open a wound in her palm as she moves towards Kadosh and Hakata, Blessing them for battle and slaughter.
Catamoch vanishes as Veshka falls, with a vaguely thwarted look on his face. Still, even as her blood spreads new shoots of grass and weeds in the earth around her, it is not long before Strongjaw sees her back on her feet. Staggering up, she backs away from the great beast, granting Guidance to Valda's first strike before bowing her head in readiness to invoke her god once more.
Veshka wrings every last drop off vitality out of her blood as she barely keeps her feet
Catamoch rears up to meet the mammoths' charge, goring the first mammoth to charge with a slash of his great tusks. Unfortunately he and Veshka are badly battered by the sheer bulk of the zombies, though any injuries the boar god sustain quickly flow to her. Already leaking life-giving blood from her nose, mouth, and both ears, Veshka has no shortage of channels as she funnels vitality into her clan and her foes alike!
Catamoch and Veshka continue to glower and squeal at the remaining Dragonkin, lashing them with lightning from a safe distance.
With a hacking cackle that oddly harmonizes with the demon boar's squeal, Veshka readies herself to fling wrathful lightning into their midst!
Veshka unleashes her wrath on the dragonkin with a curse ripped free from her throat.
Catamoch advances, but is badly slowed by the slick ice.
Catamoch twists his tusks within the necromancer as Veshka sneers. "You think to turn my body against me? I've been fighting that war for years." Wrath flaring, Veshka lashes the necromancer and her minion from afar.
Veshka sags as her life force funnels first to Catamoch and then to Azi, but with a clenched fist, she takes some of it back!
Veshka yells, life gurgling up from deep within her at the necromancer's spell. Withdrawing from the frontlines she urges Catamoch onward with a scream dragged up from the depths of her wrathful soul. "Kiiillll her!"
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Veshka spits out a gobbet of something unwholesome. "Not with the dragon's blood still unspilt."
+1 to everything
Hulking Size - Catamoch is large and Reach 10'
Veshka snarls a curse and metal shards tear free from her surroundings to pierce the dragon's minion!
Veshka rounds on Strongjaw as the smell of seared pork that has gone badly off fills the air. "Watch what you're doing, fool!" She tears open the length of one of her fingers with too-sharp teeth, channeling her blood and vitality to the badly wounded Kadosh.
Veshka stalks closer, blood dripping from one fist as she blesses Catamoch's abyssal assault!
Veshka and Catamoch circle closer, their rage building to a jagged point as Veshka pries off a budding scale from her scalp; grass springs up where her blood touches the ground, but only divine wrath answers where she calls!
"We will help you; we will not sacrifice our own to do so," Veshka rasps in agreement.
Veshka has little patience for members of a Following who stand too heavily on their own pride and privileges, so she minces few words when convincing Nasanu to let her near the lagofir. Once there, she quickly sets to her task, long familiar with working with untamed or untameable beasts.
"Catamoch and I can hunt the boy down."
Catamoch chuffs in delight until Veshka gives him a hard stare. "And return him unharmed."
Veshka's scarred face and twisted frame don't betray an ounce of doubt as she speaks to the Blood Owls. "Don't fear to name your own terrors. We Can hunt them."
Veshka keeps Catamoch close by her side, skin itching with the sense of another divinity. "Start nothing in the sacred halls of another."
Veshka lashes the Executioner and his comrade with wrathful lightning as Catamoch seeks to finish his bloody work.
Veshka backs away from the executioner's axe, spurring Catamoch on in his bloody task.
Veshka slits open a wound upon her palm, blessing her allies and the ground on which her blood spills with renewed life.
"Do people actually let you play Knocker on their heads just for asking?" Veshka spits incredulously.
Veshka sniffs in distaste for Kadosh's fear. "Fine. We can learn more first."
Veshka (and Catamoch!) to 7 +1 to everything
Catamoch gets Weapon Spec
New level 4 spells: Divine Wrath and Bloodspray Curse
Veshka sets to dismantling the carcasses with blade in hand, but her progress is slow..
Veshka smiles. "A hunt? Much of the bounty of our own tribe is held in our herds, but we know well the hunt."
Veshka irritably picks at a scab on her scalp, glaring daggers at Catamoch who seems all too pleased with himself. "Welcome then," she rasps. "Plenty of work to do, plenty of work to be done."
As the blood mist ebbs, Veshka urges Catamoch in after their foe. "Spill as much blood as you can! Don't give her an instant to recover!"
Veshka flings herself out of the mist as Catamoch hunts the other retainer from its outskirts. The god-caller provides the boar god a little extra illumination by flinging lightning in after her foes as well.
Valda or some other fool will rush after the Bloodwitch. Catamoch, cull the herd. Suiting action to words, she lashes the lesser necromancer with wrathful lightning, urging Catamoch on, ever on.
Veshka's mouth thins in displeasure. I'll have to keep my distance Carefully she examines Nukiak's wounds; her magic has likely stemmed any immediate concerns, but even aside from the loss of her hand, there may be other injuries that will take time to care for. "She won't feed for long."
"I was going to have to lend her some strength in any case." Veshka clenches her long, sharp claw-nails into her palms, bleeding strength out to all living things surrounding her.
Veshka urges Catamoch on, hoping that greater prey will lead to more inspired performance.
Veshka uses the geode fashioned to her collar to call down matching stones on the lesser skeleton.
Veshka joins Hakata in healing, though as is usual, her vital energy splashes around the area, helping Kadosh some, but also causing flowers to bloom, grass to grow, and the dead to falter.
Veshka and Catamoch move away to the side, forcing the giant skeleton to keep moving to hit them. Twin trickles of nostril blood run down Veshka's face, but rather than let them go to waste, she uses the power in that blood to stir the blood of her allies!
Veshka bites off a new growth of scale on her finger, anointing Catamoch with tainted blood.
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