[b]WHEEEEEEEEE[/b] [i][u]Midnight, New Moon, Tatakoi Plains[/u][/i] The wind whips across the grass, whistling softly in the darkness. A solitary figure stands alone, a hand on the cross-guard of a dark-green, faintly glowing bone sword standing as tall as the figure. Shadow watches the stars, watching the waxing and waning of civilizations, the rise and fall of empires. She watches the universe grow, yet slowly thin. A change in the wind, a footstep. A smile grows on her face, a small, sad one that knows the end of times and has watched it pass by. The Ancient One waits with the patience of the Eternals. [spoiler]Pants, mainly. Anybody else who who wants to try their best. Melee weapons and small-range magic and abilites, please.[/spoiler]