The bison looks around, its hide twitching around the bite wounds irritably. Talshia's voice emanates from nearby, soft with gratitude.
"Thanks to you, Great Lord of the Herd. Evil has been thwarted by your tusk and dauntlessness." She then repeats the benediction in the liquid tongue of Celestials, and the beast snorts at paws impatiently at the ground.
The Namer speaks words of unbinding, and the bison dissolves into golden light...and vanishes.
"Well fought," the wizard's voice purrs then out of thin air. "Our victory here may well catch the attention of someone with true power; almost certainly a spellcaster of some kind. Be wary as we forge ahead."
"Thanks to you, Great Lord of the Herd. Evil has been thwarted by your tusk and dauntlessness." She then repeats the benediction in the liquid tongue of Celestials, and the beast snorts at paws impatiently at the ground.
The Namer speaks words of unbinding, and the bison dissolves into golden light...and vanishes.
"Well fought," the wizard's voice purrs then out of thin air. "Our victory here may well catch the attention of someone with true power; almost certainly a spellcaster of some kind. Be wary as we forge ahead."