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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 7319400" data-attributes="member: 63746">Upside-down-Rana mumbled a quiet curse. She gripped the damp stones under her fingers and seriously considered just walking off in a huff: scruffy bandits, not a blazing cultist to be seen amongst them! Filler. Pleabes. Obstacles. Wastes of precious time!The mumbling took on a more cadenced beat. Annoyance shaped itself into hatred, hatred pounded into chant, chant poured into power, and power into harm.So far unnoticed by all - especially the crossbowmen and the bearded shouter - the moss behind them, the one covering the walls at the back of the keep, started to slowly slither… viny tentacles to ‘lovingly’ wrap around a foot here… a quiver there… there, a neck.Then - *then* they noticed!“Suffer and be damned!” cackled the witch, her voice echoing oddly off the damp walls of their (future) tomb.Actions: Target D,E,F and the bearded leader with Entangle please, Str 12 save or be Restrained</blockquote>