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| valign="top" width="50%" |<font style="color:#264fa6; font-size:11pt; font-family:Cursive;Courier New">'''Long-Term Nimbus:'''</font><br>
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The unbridled vitality of the Primal Wild itself follows in Morgonlilja's wake; '''life''' singes its way through the veins of those around her, and it seeps from their pores, their hearts pumping stronger and their limbs filling with energy. Impulses and whims take precedent over reason, deep-rooted instincts bubbling up to the surface, coaxed by the humming of the Singing Stone.
The unbridled vitality of the Primal Wild itself follows in Morgonlilja's wake; '''life''' singes its way through the veins of those around her, and it seeps from their pores, their hearts pumping stronger and their limbs filling with energy. Impulses and whims take precedent over reason, deep-rooted instincts bubbling up to the surface, coaxed by the humming of the Singing Stone.


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<font style="color:#264fa6; font-size:12pt; font-family:Cursive;Courier New">'''Immediate Nimbus:''' </font><br>
An urge to ''move'' fills those that witness her immediate Nimbus, stillness reeking with the rot of stagnation and death — leap, flee, dance thrash, do something, do ''anything'', climb, chase, run till your fucking heart gives out.  
An urge to ''move'' fills those that witness her immediate Nimbus, stillness reeking like stagnation, rot and death — leap, flee, dance, thrash, lunge, do something, do ''anything'', climb, chase, run till your fucking heart gives out.


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Her signature Nimbus is characterized by lungs burning with fatigue, legs trembling, and ''exhaustion'' etching deep into bones, all accompanied by a taste of blood in the mouth and a feeling of sheer ''satisfaction''.
Her signature Nimbus is characterized by lungs burning with fatigue, legs trembling, and ''exhaustion'' etching deep into bones, all accompanied by a taste of blood in the mouth and a feeling of sheer ''satisfaction''. It is the end of a frenzied sprint, or heaving oneself out of a pool at the end of a many miles-long swim, body tested to the very limits of its capabilities.


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+2 Strength; +2 Dexterity; 8-again Athletics.
Dance. Cry out. Feel the rhythm of Life itself boiling in your blood and hear the crashing vibrations of Spirit against your eardrums. You are beautiful and eternal, savage and fleeting. Effect: +2 Strength; +2 Dexterity; +1 and 8-again Athletics.
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Latest revision as of 01:13, 14 January 2021

Long-Term Nimbus:

The unbridled vitality of the Primal Wild itself follows in Morgonlilja's wake; life singes its way through the veins of those around her, and it seeps from their pores, their hearts pumping stronger and their limbs filling with energy. Impulses and whims take precedent over reason, deep-rooted instincts bubbling up to the surface, coaxed by the humming of the Singing Stone.

Immediate Nimbus:
An urge to move fills those that witness her immediate Nimbus, stillness reeking like stagnation, rot and death — leap, flee, dance, thrash, lunge, do something, do anything, climb, chase, run till your fucking heart gives out.

Signature Nimbus:

Her signature Nimbus is characterized by lungs burning with fatigue, legs trembling, and exhaustion etching deep into bones, all accompanied by a taste of blood in the mouth and a feeling of sheer satisfaction. It is the end of a frenzied sprint, or heaving oneself out of a pool at the end of a many miles-long swim, body tested to the very limits of its capabilities.

Nimbus Tilt:
Dance. Cry out. Feel the rhythm of Life itself boiling in your blood and hear the crashing vibrations of Spirit against your eardrums. You are beautiful and eternal, savage and fleeting. Effect: +2 Strength; +2 Dexterity; +1 and 8-again Athletics.