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Intro. I am a Sadida, a child of trees and dreams. The forest is my kingdom, and every root, every leaf, every breath of wind entrusts me with its secrets.
I smile, because you are entering a world where nature is never silent: it speaks through my invocations.
My dolls come to life, like voodoo effigies, each carrying a soul of its own. They are my companions, my weapons, and my messengers, bound to me by the invisible threads of sylvan magic.
I wield brambles as others wield steel, infecting my opponents with a creeping curse that spreads from body to body. I slow down the pace of the fight, I hinder it, I poison, I heal... Always at a distance, always with patience. Because the strength of a Sadida is not in brutality, but in the art of weaving a plant trap where the enemy is exhausted.
Amy
@XI
Amy
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Intro. I am a Sadida, a child of trees and dreams. The forest is my kingdom, and every root, every leaf, every breath of wind entrusts me with its secrets.
I smile, because you are entering a world where nature is never silent: it speaks through my invocations.
My dolls come to life, like voodoo effigies, each carrying a soul of its own. They are my companions, my weapons, and my messengers, bound to me by the invisible threads of sylvan magic.
I wield brambles as others wield steel, infecting my opponents with a creeping curse that spreads from body to body. I slow down the pace of the fight, I hinder it, I poison, I heal... Always at a distance, always with patience. Because the strength of a Sadida is not in brutality, but in the art of weaving a plant trap where the enemy is exhausted.
Amy
@XI
Amy