Xivu Arath, you love to conquer, don't you? Overwhelm the planet Arda. Slaughter everyone there. From your acts we shall obtain the logic we require to cut space open and migrate to orbit. Reality is a fine flesh, oh general ours. Let us feast of it.
-The larvae of Nymphetamine, speaking to Xivu Arath, its host.
Nymphétamine is the Emanation of Affliction, associated with grief and old age. Deadly poison can be healing medicine in small amounts, and this dichotomy is reflected in the god whose province in such tinctures. Nymphétamine is the keeper of apothecary knowledge and the source of dark magic, potions and poison. She is said to have hidden many cures within her blood. Prayers to her are usually letters rolled up in ceramics and dumped into bogs.
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An embroidered hood fashions itself over your head to mask your features, the temperature in the area suddenly dropping. The opponent can feel a presence enter the room--Nymphétamine--cold and angry. Venomous green mist begins to coalesce, wisps creeping out from the patterns in the grass to consume it and wither it whole, same as whatever other organic mass it touches. The mist grows thicker, denser, and it flows like a river in an unseen bed. Your eyes peek out from the embroidered hood, aglow toxic green.
Each attack with your scythe feels like erosion, like years of time tearing at a mountainside, but accelerated into a single moment. In truth, this is its real ability.
Tongue flicks out, sampling the air, searching for some sign, mundane or magical x
Miasma
séances
Ectoplasm Manipulation -- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ectoplasm_(paranormal)
gallows
Virulence
Sepia-colored energy
Each attack with your scythe feels like erosion, like years of time tearing at a mountainside, but accelerated into a single moment. In truth, this is its real ability.
Tongue flicks out, sampling the air, searching for some sign, mundane or magical x
Miasma
séances
Ectoplasm Manipulation -- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ectoplasm_(paranormal)
gallows
Virulence
Sepia-colored energy