Well. Not really a Crit, but certainly an extremely rare moment in the world of Demriss Resolve.



Your singing builds to a fierce crescendo, and you feel the power of your enchante grow as if tethered behind the confining walls of a dam. Suddenly, the enchante explodes away from you, forming concentric rings that sweep through the area like the fading ripples in a pond.
A giant black leucro falls to its knees, covering its head fearfully.
A giant black leucro falls to the ground, covering its head fearfully.
A giant black leucro curls up, attempting to cover its head.
A giant black leucro curls up, attempting to cover its head.
A look of stark terror crosses an Inkhorne's face, and with a short, whimpering cry it clutches at its chest!
The majestic Inkhorne collapses to the ground, its mouth panting in a last few desperate gulps of air before that too fails and it goes completely limp.

Troubadour Raziaar