Greetings,

Xermillion Glass back to talk about another new arrival, Aisla.

Aisla is a charming, young woman that arrived some time ago, whistling as she did. From talking with her, I'm not even sure that she has died like the others have. She says that her father told her to come here and she obliged.

Aisla claims that she is the only daughter of an apothecary out "to the West." She has never expanded on "the West," but from what I can gather, it must be somewhere on Xerenia as she says that she simply walked here.

Aisla, herself, is a null, despite the techniques that she displays. She has claimed that the bag she holds is from her father, enchanted just for her and gifted on the eve of her departure. I've inspected this bag on numerous occassions, as Aisla is happy to indulge me and it does not function other than a simple bag for me or, presumably, anyone else. One can interact with the berries and stems that are currently in the bag, but once depleted, it will be a simple, empty container. Aisla, however, reaches in and pulls out a new branch laden with magical berries whenever she needs them. I'm unable to discern the nature of the magic involved in the creation of this bag-in-question, therefore it must be rare indeed.


Main

Aisla's main form of defense come from the magical berries in her pouch. Her default idea is simply to throw them. This is quite effective, despite all logic to the contrary.

She seems to have three different types of berries that come out in sequence and, depending on berry type, all of the techniques that she uses are different. I will be going over all those that I have observed.

The rosehips strike as a stone, the mulberries as a bolt of mana, and the snowberries poison everyone that they touch, save Aisla.

From the monkey, she can learn to: toss all the berries from her pouch at once, fire a salvo in quick succession, or toss a larger, volitile berry which will explode.


Secondary

Aisla is also keen on rolling the berries, again, one cannot argue the efficacy, despite the oddness of this. And, again, the berries will harm the opponent in the way that one would expect, based on previous research.

From the shroomery, she can learn to: cause the berry to begin rolling again three times, roll all the current berries at once in random directions, or create small pockets of damaging mana at the end points of the rolls. She calls these pockets 'wells.'


Dodge

When in a pinch, Aisla will toss a single berry to the ground, causing it to detonate in the most queer way.

The rosehip will push enemies away, the mulberry will push Aisla back, and the snowberry will poison them, as expected, but also stun them briefly.

She can learn to: toss three at her feet at once, somehow not use a berry when performing the technique, or cause all types to stun, but increase the stun duration for the snowberry beyond the other two.


Ultimate

And, for her 'ultimate technique' as she calls it she... panics and tosses all her current berries high into the air. They fall from on high as what amounts to a salvo of magical bombs. The amount of these bombs is, of course, directly related to the number of berries currently in her pouch.

The rosehip will create a number of rolling berries at its point of collision. The mulberry will knock anything struck into the air. And the snowberry will explode into a fine mist, which coalesces into a cloud, raining poison on those below.

With the monkey though, she can learn to: toss six berries into the air for the cost of one berry, create more of her 'wells' at the point where the berry lands, or add a secondary effect to the berries, based on type. The rosehip will increase the number of rolled berries. The mulberry will quickly grow a small bush, which blocks enemy movement for the duration. And the snowberry will cause vastly increased amounts of harm to those inside - the most insidious of Aisla's abilities, if I do say so myself.


And that, my dear readers, is Aisla. She's an interesting, little null, with quite the hand for knitting, if nothing else. I'm currently wearing a scarf that she made for me from her own wool. One can imagine that it's quite handy for an artisan of her quality to have a nigh-infinite source of raw material, but I digress.


Until next time,
Xermillion Glass