BedLlama
First Post
OK, the enchanter muses, I know about this thing. I've studied it before. Time to pull out all the stops.
He takes a step back and pushes his glasses flat against the top of his nose. With a practiced flick of the wrist, string of arcane power forms around his left hand, and writhe about, seeking out the offending beast. They attach themselves to its chitin in various strategic locations, and with a few choice pulls on the string with his right hand, the scorpion becomes a living puppet.
You fear me. He wills the vermin. Now slink in to the brush like the scum you are.
The scorpion slinks beck defensively, blissfully oblivious to the literal pulling of its strings.
With a surge of adrenaline, the enchanter sees his opportunity to rid himself of the pest once and for all. Summoning up a great reserve of personal discipline, he taps in to his link to the Shadowfell, allowing him to cast his next spell almost instantaneously. Suddenly the shadows of the tickets the scorpion had crawled in to animate in a most malignant fashion, wrapping around the thing, and choking it, crushing it, and dragging to the ground. Once again, totally oblivious to the fact that it was all in his head.
At a brisk pace, Zaroch quickly puts some distance between himself and the writhing beast.
He takes a step back and pushes his glasses flat against the top of his nose. With a practiced flick of the wrist, string of arcane power forms around his left hand, and writhe about, seeking out the offending beast. They attach themselves to its chitin in various strategic locations, and with a few choice pulls on the string with his right hand, the scorpion becomes a living puppet.
You fear me. He wills the vermin. Now slink in to the brush like the scum you are.
The scorpion slinks beck defensively, blissfully oblivious to the literal pulling of its strings.
With a surge of adrenaline, the enchanter sees his opportunity to rid himself of the pest once and for all. Summoning up a great reserve of personal discipline, he taps in to his link to the Shadowfell, allowing him to cast his next spell almost instantaneously. Suddenly the shadows of the tickets the scorpion had crawled in to animate in a most malignant fashion, wrapping around the thing, and choking it, crushing it, and dragging to the ground. Once again, totally oblivious to the fact that it was all in his head.
At a brisk pace, Zaroch quickly puts some distance between himself and the writhing beast.
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