The Blind Watchers of the Sylvan Shard

[Richard Rawen]

*poke* ?

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Many apologies. I return from my trip today, and I'm making the transition back to normal life, and a more reasonable posting rate.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Richard's heavy mace comes down on the ever-morphing mound of fungus at his feet. With a loud splat, the mold is flattened. Small sections still twitch, but Richard repeatedly bashes and levels the thing, compressing its form into a flat sheet. After a few solid hits and some clean up, it finally stops moving completely.

I'm mostly caught up with meatspace demands, so now I can finally devote some attention to Enworld. Thanks for waiting, everybody.

 

[Richard Rawen]

His boyish features split into a grin, though the lighting plays strange tricks on his true feelings, anyone who has been around the young man for long knows he is just a big kid.
"There, that solves that!" he punctuates his statement by slapping the head of the mace in his meaty hand. The sting makes him wince, which he quickly stifles, instead turning to cleaning the 'gnome bits' from his gear and weapons, waiting for the leaders to round up the group.

 

[Phoenix8008]

"That was...disturbing." Saithnar says quietly as if to himself. He looks around at the others before brushing at the gore on his robes. He waits for the others to gather so their next course can be decided.

 

[Heckler]

Seeing Richard's success with the mace, Rinya mutters, "That's all it takes?" She'll sheath her sword and unlash her quarterstaff from her back, then begin to alternately beat the satyrs with the overgrown stick.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

The satyr's innards bruise and it's skin turns an ugly brown where it is hit, but any cuts or breaks in the skin are instantly closed. In short order, the satyr begins breathing shallowly and then stops altogether. It is dead.

The other responds similarly to bludgeoning weapons. It is also dead.

The silence effect finally ends. Nhairi and Coir jerk in surprise, their world suddenly revealed to them. Nhairi is shouting for help in Elven and Common, but she quickly stops. Coir asks with uncharacteristic frustration in his voice, "Where did you go? What happened?"

 

[Heckler]

"We were attacked. Some foul magician made all the sounds stop, and some things that might have been a gnome and some satyrs at one time tried to kill us. It seems like they have been...contaminated...by some kind of fungus. They healed most of the wounds we inflicted, but they seemed vulnerable to blunt weapons. We killed three of them but a satyr got away."

 

[BigB]

Khairi looks about as the others pound the creatures. With a shrug he sheaths his swords, brushes the mess off his new armor the best he can, and looks about to see if anything else is coming after them.

 

[Dungannon]

Lucien returns to the group, trying to shake off the effects of the poison. "That was...interesting. Anyone have any idea what those things were?"