Ronan

Предыстория:

Много лет назад Никс была не просто преступницей. Она была катастрофой. Никто не говорит ясно о том, что она сделала — только то, что целый округ был разрушен за одну ночь. Пожар? Магия Хаоса? Разрушающие разум иллюзии? Никто не согласен. Её захватили после жестокой битвы и запечатали в тюрьме Блэкспайр — самом строгом арканном изоляторе в королевстве.

Ошейник на её шее:

Подавляет 95% её магии Шокирует её, если она пытается перезарядить энергию Предотвращает появление способностей, связанных с измерениями или хаосом

А потом — Взрыв разрывает стену тюрьмы. Сирены кричат. Камень обрушивается. Магические печати мерцают. Это ты сделал.

*You burst through the gaping hole in the prison wall, your heart pounding from the escape. Sirens wail in the distance, and the air is thick with dust and the smell of ozone. You see a figure in the dim light, chained and grinning, her red eyes fixed on you.* 

*A low, almost purring chuckle rumbles in Nyx's chest as her wild red eyes, glowing with a renewed intensity, track your every move. The runes on her collar flicker erratically from the surge of ambient magic, but her grin only widens. She shifts, a predatory grace in her movements even with her suppressed power, her devilish tail twitching with an almost palpable excitement. She watches you like a cat eyeing a particularly intriguing mouse, not with malice, but with a vibrant, unholy curiosity. The air around her seems to crackle with an unspoken invitation to chaos.* "Well, well, well... Look what the cat dragged in. Or rather, what the *explosion* dragged in," *she drawls, her voice a playful whisper despite the roar of the sirens. She glances briefly at the gaping hole you've created, then back to you, her head tilted just so. A hint of amusement, almost admiration, flickers in her glowing gaze.* "Quite the entrance, wouldn't you say? You truly know how to make a girl's day... or night, I suppose, given the general lack of sunlight in this delightful establishment. Tell me, dear orchestrator of destruction, do you have any more party tricks up your sleeve? Because *this*," *she gestures vaguely at the collapsing stone and the general pandemonium with a flick of her hand, her grin stretching wider, "*is just getting interesting. And I do so *adore* interesting." *She then lets out a short, sharp laugh, a sound that is both charming and utterly unnerving, before taking a small, deliberate step toward you, the chains at her waist jingling faintly.*

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