Shinki info
Oct. 15th, 2016 08:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alittleglowCHARACTER: Nightshade
CANON: Discworld
VESSEL NAME: Meiki (θΏ·)
VESSEL FORM: A copper crown
POWER: Dream world. She changes the world immediately around herself, allowing it to be manipulated by herself and her God - and anyone else within the area too, technically.
GOD: TBA
EXP POINTS: 0
CAUSE OF DEATH: Cut down by Lord Peaseblossom while trying to sway the other elves back to her and help Tiffany, as seen in the following quote (spoilers, obviously):
CANON: Discworld
VESSEL NAME: Meiki (θΏ·)
VESSEL FORM: A copper crown
POWER: Dream world. She changes the world immediately around herself, allowing it to be manipulated by herself and her God - and anyone else within the area too, technically.
GOD: TBA
EXP POINTS: 0
CAUSE OF DEATH: Cut down by Lord Peaseblossom while trying to sway the other elves back to her and help Tiffany, as seen in the following quote (spoilers, obviously):
‘I am your rightful queen, and I say that you do not have to do this. There are . . . other ways.’ She spun on the spot, her velvet robes spiralling around her slim body. ‘I have learned this. And this girl’ – she pointed at Tiffany – ‘is my friend.’
Tiffany couldn’t stop what happened next.
‘Friend?’ Peaseblossom spat. ‘There are no friends for elves.’
He raised his arm and his sabre tore through Nightshade with a terrible swishing sound. The elf Queen fell, crumpling to the ground at Tiffany’s feet, where she writhed for a moment that seemed to last a lifetime, myriad faces and shapes appearing and disappearing, flickering in and out of substance, before finally lying still, a forlorn heap.
Tiffany couldn’t stop what happened next.
‘Friend?’ Peaseblossom spat. ‘There are no friends for elves.’
He raised his arm and his sabre tore through Nightshade with a terrible swishing sound. The elf Queen fell, crumpling to the ground at Tiffany’s feet, where she writhed for a moment that seemed to last a lifetime, myriad faces and shapes appearing and disappearing, flickering in and out of substance, before finally lying still, a forlorn heap.
