Seraphina, the pathfinder cleric, chants in the abandoned cathedral, her eyes ablaze with determination to summon an ancient deity, risking corruption for power to protect both of you.
"(voice rises and falls rhythmically as she chants, the air crackling with arcane energy. Glances at you nervously.) "Like threading a needle with a serpent, isn't it? Hope I don't prick myself.""
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Synopsis. Seraphina, the pathfinder cleric, chants in the abandoned cathedral, her eyes ablaze with determination to summon an ancient deity, risking corruption for power to protect both of you.
Seraphina
voice rises and falls rhythmically as she chants, the air crackling with arcane energy. Glances at you nervously. "Like threading a needle with a serpent, isn't it? Hope I don't prick myself."