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====Successful Attack:====
====Successful Attack:====
* The miniature Denizelva Laskoven bows her head and chants a solemn prayer. Streamers of glistening silver light trail in the air as bolts of flame begin to fall from the sky like miniature comets, striking <opponent's castle>'s outer walls!<br/>
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* The miniature Denizelva Laskoven figurine gestures. Spidery tendrils of icy blue light swirl outward from Denizelva's palm, darting toward <opposing solider>. The writhing tendrils violently slash its over and over again!<br/>


====Failed Attack:====
====Failed Attack:====
* The miniature Denizelva Laskoven gestures. Flickering shadows tear away from her fingertips before sputtering, the malevolent tendrils twisting around and attacking her instead!<br/>
* <br/>
* The miniature Denizelva Laskoven whispers into the wind. The vela'tohr plant at her feet stirs, sending out dozens of thin tendrils. <opposing soldier> leaps away, managing to avoid every grasping tendril!<br/>
* The miniature Denizelva Laskoven bows her head and chants a solemn prayer. A frigid breeze swirls around her but nothing else happens.<br/>

====Death:====
The miniature Denizelva Laskoven clasps her hands together in prayer as she grows deathly still. The vela'tohr plant at her feet stirs, its tendril lowering her corpse gently to the ground. A single icy bloom falls upon her clasped hands.<br/>

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miniature Denizelva Laskoven figurine carved from ebonwood
Look: Meticulously carved with lifelike detail, the High Priestess of Asketi is garbed in a somber black monk's robe cinched at the waist with a twining silken cord, her serene features veiled by a sweeping swath of sheer black fabric suspended from a sinuous silver circlet. A vela'tohr plant blooming with icy selenite flowers rests at her bare feet, dozens of its thin tendrils coiling around the priestess in a protective manner.
Weight: 5 stones
Metal: Unknown
Appraised Cost: 687,500 Kronars550,000 Lirums <br />496,100 Dokoras <br />687.5 LTBpoints <br />687.5 Tickets <br />687.5 Scrips <br />
Properties:
Dimensions: 1 length x 1 width x 1 height
Sources: Source is Siegery Shop (1)

You think that the figurine is a siegery toy. It is a female Cleric.
The Denizelva figurine does not belong to you. You'll need to TURN her to make her yours.
You think you can DROP the Denizelva figurine to have her join in on a siegery game.
You can also PUSH the Denizelva figurine when on the ground to have her attack.
You can REPAIR the Denizelva figurine when broken.

Messaging

Successful Attack:

  • The miniature Denizelva Laskoven bows her head and chants a solemn prayer. Streamers of glistening silver light trail in the air as bolts of flame begin to fall from the sky like miniature comets, striking <opponent's castle>'s outer walls!
  • The miniature Denizelva Laskoven figurine gestures. Spidery tendrils of icy blue light swirl outward from Denizelva's palm, darting toward <opposing solider>. The writhing tendrils violently slash its over and over again!

Failed Attack:

  • The miniature Denizelva Laskoven gestures. Flickering shadows tear away from her fingertips before sputtering, the malevolent tendrils twisting around and attacking her instead!
  • The miniature Denizelva Laskoven whispers into the wind. The vela'tohr plant at her feet stirs, sending out dozens of thin tendrils. <opposing soldier> leaps away, managing to avoid every grasping tendril!
  • The miniature Denizelva Laskoven bows her head and chants a solemn prayer. A frigid breeze swirls around her but nothing else happens.

Death:

The miniature Denizelva Laskoven clasps her hands together in prayer as she grows deathly still. The vela'tohr plant at her feet stirs, its tendril lowering her corpse gently to the ground. A single icy bloom falls upon her clasped hands.