[Amber Brightwing]

OOC: I assume that although it’s going to be smaller in size, it will be as powerful as a sphere created by a normal sized person.

So it was time for her first spell. Acid Sphere. The name pretty much explained it all: a ball of acid. She wondered how much damage it would do when thrown at an opponent. Would it be able to cause more than just pain? When you threw it at ones head or chest, would it be powerful enough to kill? Well there was an easy way to find out.

Like she had been told, she focussed on the essence of death. She didn’t know if it was because of the somewhat unpleasant feeling about it, that made it stand like a sore thumb out, or simply because it was the essence of the sphere she had chosen, but she it to be the she could recognize the easiest. Just as she had done before she tried to draw it to her, channelling it towards the mix of vis an ara in her hands. Once that succeeded she mingled it all together as she had done before, creating Mana for the first time.

In her mind she didn’t really compare it with a lump of raw flesh, but rather with a ball of dough. Probably because she had never eaten flesh. It’s not that she was a vegetarian to save animals, like many druids were, but it was rather practical. Animals larger than insect were not her menu. Not only they were hard to kill, but even if she would manage to kill one it would be an incredible waste of recourses, since she would have to leave most of the carcass to rot.

After shaping it the form of a ball, she shaped its properties, so it would be able to eat away anything it landed on. Once her Acid Sphere was created like she thought it should be, she let herself drop out of meditation, concentrating on bringing her spell back with her to the Plane of the Material, casting it.

If all had gone well, she would now have an Acid Sphere in her hands, but what to do with it? Throwing it against a target would be the most useful, but she didn’t want to just wreck the first thing she saw. Pissing off a master in the art of necromancy wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to. So she kept the large ball – nearly as big as she was – in front of her and waited for the mer to tell her what to do with it.