Ciaran
First Post
Moth catches his breath and stares down at the fallen goblins. "So strong they are, for such little things," he says to himself. "Their elders must be dangerous indeed."
Pulling up some vines, Moth knots them around the goblins' limbs, then whispers to the vine-spirits, beseeching them to hold the creatures fast. He smiles when the vines twitch, knotting and re-knotting themselves of their own accord. He then starts a small fire and makes himself a poultice for his wounds, then gathers up berries, nuts and mushrooms for his meal while waiting for the goblins to awaken.
Pulling up some vines, Moth knots them around the goblins' limbs, then whispers to the vine-spirits, beseeching them to hold the creatures fast. He smiles when the vines twitch, knotting and re-knotting themselves of their own accord. He then starts a small fire and makes himself a poultice for his wounds, then gathers up berries, nuts and mushrooms for his meal while waiting for the goblins to awaken.