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<blockquote data-quote="Rae ArdGaoth" data-source="post: 4755561" data-attributes="member: 21064"><p>[sblock=OOG: ]Pretty clear consensus, then. Thanks for sticking it out, everybody![/sblock]</p><p></p><p>With one aberration of nature dispatched, the other is easy to take down. Mindlessly thrashing about in the flames, Richard manages to evade the worst of the strikes, and soon these roots too are reduced to a pile of twitching ends. As the fire continues to consume them, the twitching slows and finally stops.</p><p></p><p>Your victory celebration is short lived, though. You hear a voice from ahead, muffled thanks to the acoustics of the soft, fungal walls. The voice is wailing with grief, and soon the wailer enters the chamber in which you first encountered the roots.</p><p></p><p>An elf, not blind, but tan and lean, dressed in druidic garb, stumbles into the chamber, almost drunkenly. From his back, through his robes, tentacle like roots have burst and are writhing eerily. <span style="color: seagreen">"Demon! Oathbreaker! You said it would bring her back!"</span> Exactly who he is talking to becomes clear as a second individual enters the scene.</p><p></p><p>Slithering through the tunnels like a massive snake, a half-ethereal dragon squeezes its head out the opposite end of the chamber. As the dragon approaches the elf, the roots on his back begin to wrap around his neck and he shrieks as he cuts at them with a dagger. Soon, the roots throughout the entire chamber begin shivering and jerking, somehow coming to abhorrent life with the presence of the dragon. Slowly, they gather and creep towards the druid.</p><p></p><p>As the roots crawl up his legs, completely ignoring you, the dragon approaches, a sinister grin on its translucent face. The elf, his doom imminent, sobers up. He speaks some words in Sylvan: <span style="color: green">"Release me, and destroy this desecrator of nature!"</span> The roots, obviously magically influenced, obey, and crawl towards the dragon.</p><p></p><p>Chuckling deeply, the dragon becomes even more transparent, and the roots can't touch him. <span style="color: silver">"How long will this go on, fool? I am unreachable, for now. And when this great living thing you once called home gives its life force to me, I will return to this plane in full force. Delaying the inevitable is all you achieve with your puny games."</span></p><p></p><p>Silently, the elf smiles and taking his dagger, slides it up into his own chest. The dragon's smile falters, and so does his translucence. For a moment, his body flickers, like a wizard's illusion gone wrong. And then the druid crumples to the ground, now devoid of roots, and utters, <span style="color: seagreen">"Maias! I'll join you now..."</span></p><p></p><p>The dragon, suddenly fully opaque, opens his massive mouth and roars as the dozens of roots grab a hold of him, digging their tentacles into his black form, injecting their purple poison beneathhis scales. Screeching and writhing, the dragon claws at his body, tearing the roots to shreds, but the poison proves too much even for his great fortitude. He collapses, lying on the floor beside the bodies of the two zombie-like creatures, Thallirae, and the elf.</p><p></p><p>As soon as he dies, the roots too fall limp, still bloated with the purple pus that drains life.</p><p></p><p>Now the halls are utterly silent. Almost. From the tunnel where the elf and the dragon came, you can here a very faint sound, something like a low hum.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rae ArdGaoth, post: 4755561, member: 21064"] [sblock=OOG: ]Pretty clear consensus, then. Thanks for sticking it out, everybody![/sblock] With one aberration of nature dispatched, the other is easy to take down. Mindlessly thrashing about in the flames, Richard manages to evade the worst of the strikes, and soon these roots too are reduced to a pile of twitching ends. As the fire continues to consume them, the twitching slows and finally stops. Your victory celebration is short lived, though. You hear a voice from ahead, muffled thanks to the acoustics of the soft, fungal walls. The voice is wailing with grief, and soon the wailer enters the chamber in which you first encountered the roots. An elf, not blind, but tan and lean, dressed in druidic garb, stumbles into the chamber, almost drunkenly. From his back, through his robes, tentacle like roots have burst and are writhing eerily. [color=seagreen]"Demon! Oathbreaker! You said it would bring her back!"[/color] Exactly who he is talking to becomes clear as a second individual enters the scene. Slithering through the tunnels like a massive snake, a half-ethereal dragon squeezes its head out the opposite end of the chamber. As the dragon approaches the elf, the roots on his back begin to wrap around his neck and he shrieks as he cuts at them with a dagger. Soon, the roots throughout the entire chamber begin shivering and jerking, somehow coming to abhorrent life with the presence of the dragon. Slowly, they gather and creep towards the druid. As the roots crawl up his legs, completely ignoring you, the dragon approaches, a sinister grin on its translucent face. The elf, his doom imminent, sobers up. He speaks some words in Sylvan: [color=green]"Release me, and destroy this desecrator of nature!"[/color] The roots, obviously magically influenced, obey, and crawl towards the dragon. Chuckling deeply, the dragon becomes even more transparent, and the roots can't touch him. [color=silver]"How long will this go on, fool? I am unreachable, for now. And when this great living thing you once called home gives its life force to me, I will return to this plane in full force. Delaying the inevitable is all you achieve with your puny games."[/color] Silently, the elf smiles and taking his dagger, slides it up into his own chest. The dragon's smile falters, and so does his translucence. For a moment, his body flickers, like a wizard's illusion gone wrong. And then the druid crumples to the ground, now devoid of roots, and utters, [color=seagreen]"Maias! I'll join you now..."[/color] The dragon, suddenly fully opaque, opens his massive mouth and roars as the dozens of roots grab a hold of him, digging their tentacles into his black form, injecting their purple poison beneathhis scales. Screeching and writhing, the dragon claws at his body, tearing the roots to shreds, but the poison proves too much even for his great fortitude. He collapses, lying on the floor beside the bodies of the two zombie-like creatures, Thallirae, and the elf. As soon as he dies, the roots too fall limp, still bloated with the purple pus that drains life. Now the halls are utterly silent. Almost. From the tunnel where the elf and the dragon came, you can here a very faint sound, something like a low hum. [/QUOTE]
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