Post by DDos on Mar 16, 2017 23:53:56 GMT
spirit sighting "My blades hunger." ➼ antagonistic roll ➼ rolled on mm/dd/2017 ➼ 372 words | Just a few more feet and he would be able to heal himself to continue the fight. All he need do would be to place is hand upon one of the many trees and call upon the forest to aid him. Then, it would be a simple matter to slaughter the mortals despite their newfound weapon. Their blood would water the ground and their bodies given over to the forest to fuel new life; they would only be the first of the many to come. Just a few feet more and… A vicious gust of wind slammed into his back and pressed him against the earth, arresting his forward momentum. His limbs creaked and cracked and sawdust sprayed from his nostrils as he attempted to drag himself towards the tree line. Fingers dug deep furrows into the earth as his headlong hobble became a desperate crawl. Inch by agonizing inch, he would drag himself along the ground and the first tree would grow tantalizingly close. These mortals would pay for this indignity! And yet it seemed it was not to be. Call it instinct or what have you, but a distinctive tug pulled at his horns and bid him to cast his gaze over his shoulder. What he saw was enough to clarify that he’d not be making it to the tree line. Very well; if this was to be his end, then he would make it one to be worthy of remembrance. As before, the spirit drew upon the vital force of the grass around him, killing the vegetation in vast swaths around him. Power swelled in his limbs briefly before being expelled in concern with the spines springing from his back. He would wait until the mortal was near and unable to easily alter his course before springing the trap and firing in a volley of spines three inches in length with enough force to partially defy the winds pressing against him. His limbs went limp as the very magic that sustained him was expended far more quickly than his body could compensate for. The light in his eyes slowly died as his gnarled body splintered into hundreds of seedlings with leafy parachute that caught the wind and drifted away. ((DM NOTES: Congratulations, the Spirit is dead. You may either keep Forseti's axe or exchange it for an Event point. Please post once more to close.)) |
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