by Mercy Wilkins » Tue Feb 12, 2013 8:47 pm
Mercy sits on a bench outside the Manor, smoking a clove. She's got a small leather backpack next to her on the ground, bulging with schoolbooks. Occasionally she'll look up at the sky, frown, and concentrate. A burst of dark eldrich energy trails upward, and forms itself into an oblong, vaguely umbrella shaped mass.
Then Mercy frowns more, and abandons the latest attempt, letting the darkforce break apart and dissipate.