(Un)Holy Force Of Will

The blonde nun looked out over the distant sea as the winds blew across the plains and cliffs. It was time to go through another ranking exam with another member of the guild. It seemed that there was a recent rush, which on the one hand was a good thing since more powerful mages, stronger mages, meant that the side of good would be ready for any new threat that would arise.

On the other, the surge in powerful mages... it could mean one of two things. Either this world was going to be flooded with powerful mages in a very short amount of time which would lead into problems as they found their power overwhelming them. Or that something terrible was coming and mages were becoming stronger much more quickly in an unconscious, or divinely guided, and Kiersa wasn't sure which option she preferred to consider.

For now though, she had an exam to proctor. Now the question was how to go about it...

From behind her, little Kiersa would hear the clunking metal footsteps of a person wearing full plate armor step up behind her. Should she be paying attention to her ability to sense other mages, she would possibly recognize the forceful aura of Emilia, whom she had met before. Her aura would seem different though, darker, more sinister. The darkness was faint, but still present. Whatever had happened to her, or she had done to herself, wasn't exactly clear, just that there was something off about her aura. Emilia caught sight of the small girl as she approached and chuckled. She wondered what the little nun had in store for her. She recognized that the girl had some fairly powerful holy magics, but based on what she had seen at the ball, necromancy didn't sit too well with her. She guessed she would have to see how she would react to Emilia's altered nature.

"'Bout goddamn time my magic got stronger enough for you people to judge it." She called out. She was wearing Goliath, but kept the helmet off, preventing her voice from being distorted. Reaver was hanging from her belt on the left side, Trauma on the right, and on her back lie her spear, Valkyrie. She didn't know what Kiersa had in store for her, so she would bring everything she had to the place, ready for whatever she may bring.

((Cancelling this since Jaffa hasn't posted in nearly two weeks and I'm too impatient to wait any longer))