M: stands up
S: Casts Sacred Circle
Rhonna: The Fire Pelt Cat Attacks, Round 02
"I thought you have given up on this?" Lloyd mutters after witnessing Rhonna's enchantment on the wild beast.
"I'm not dealing with demons," Rhonna answers back. "The stars are now my guide and my patrons."
She wants to say more but Lloyd turns his attention on the nearby goblin hound. The half-elf swings his sword and manages to keep the creature at bay, at least for the moment.
These creatures are relentless in their attacks, Rhonna says to herself. Two of the mongrels continue tearing on Guy's priestly vest, knocking the eladrin to the muddy ground. The dragonborn swings his battle axe helplessly against the forest cat, while tiny fireflies continue buzzing around him.
It would be easier to summon the powers of demonspawns and have them eradicate these pathetic creatures. Rhonna still remembers the rituals calling infernal powers that her coven-sisters used.
"No," she whispers as she tries to banish her fears. I will not surrender to this evil. I will not fall back into the darkness again.
"The damn trees are moving!" Lloyd shouts as the clearing begin to shrink.
Rhonna looks around and realizes that the trees of thistle wood are closing up on them. Small vines and hedge bushes start to crawl across the earth like a thousand hungry vipers. Patches of tall grasses sprout out of the ground, their thick leaves coiling around the young woman's feet and legs.
"This is foul magic!" she exclaimed while raising her bronze dagger up into the sky.
The dagger in her hands tremble from cosmic energies of the constalletions. It begins to glow azure blue, collecting and amplifying the mystical music of the stars.
Rhonna smiles, knowing that the stars are her new source of strength. She does not need to make the same mistakes again. The stars are guiding her on the right path.
A powerful bolt of celestial energy shoots out of the young woman's finger, piercing through the goblin hound's skull. The creature screams as the eldritch magic works its way into its body. Rhonna's hexing curse further aggravates the pain, ripping through muscle and skin.
Guillaume: The Fire Pelt Cat Attacks!, Round 02
this is it. a fitting end to a traitor. pessimism takes hold of me.
my back is pressed against the sandy floor. it did cushion my fall, to which i am grateful, as the powerful maw bore through a portion of my thigh. blood exploded. the taste of eladrin blood must have caused it to a deeper frenzy as i felt its teeth bit deeper. there was no pain --- not yet.
for now i am another person, an observer looking down on someone else disattached from reality. i vacantly watched myself and the others. this is likely what the mind does to protect itself.
"watch out!" lloyd catapulted two of the beasts simultaneously a few yards away from him. I then sensed being pulled back to my person and the previous feeling of apathy was replaced with urgency.
"do something!" was that for me? or was it for someone else? everything is happening so fast. it was chaos.
my arms were raised to protect my head from the claws. i couldn't go down with a scar? i chuckled to myself at the thought. it took all my strength to raise my arms. my limbs were covered with the animated vines preventing me from moving much. certain that it was a gift from the shaman.
from inside this transient cocoon, i managed to make sense of things. i could not afford to show weakness. i am a follower of corellon. courage. i must have courage. instinctively, i blinked myself out of the beast's grip. popping out of it and popping in to a relatively safer place -- behind the bloodied dog that is beside rhonna.
i tried to stand up this time, i held up the blessed symbol which clung around my neck. i focused on the beast and i called upon corellon. "corellon. pere de toutes les fées. exaucez ton fort. exaucez votre lance de la foi!"
an orb of pure warm light becomes apparent before me and it took the shape of a noble eladrin knight on horseback. it carried a shield decorated with the tradition symbol of corellon accentuated with fleur de lys at the edges and a silver lance as long as three men. it gave me a respectful nod before galloping forward towards the unsuspecting beast. it growled hungrily at rhonna ready to pounce at the woman.
the lance ripped thru the beast's thigh which quickly flared and dissipates, leaving nothing behind but a deep wound. the beast slowly turned to me. its mouth filled with sharp knives, hatred in its eyes.
Lloyd: The Fire Pelt Cat Attacks!, Round 02
Lloyd sees the eladrin cleric go down.
He looked around at his party getting chomped up by their opponents. Their spellcasters were caught in the thicket of vines. Their priests and paladins were knocked down on the ground and they have barely done any hurt on the other side.
"Darn it!" The half elf cursed.
Pulling himself from where he's entangled, he makes his way towards where Guy fell. The goblin dogs were at him now and if he didn't do anything he'll be mauled to death.
"Get up people!" Lloyd shouts out.
The half-elf flicks his short swords wide against the two nearest goblin dog and catches both of them by the jaw. He manages to wound the one near the cleric. Lloyd then flicks his sword swords again causing the dogs to be a bit more wary and moves away from the party.
This gives the warrior enough time to slash on the remaining vines which frees him from his restrains.
Goblin Dogs: The Fire Pelt Cat Attacks!, Round 02
With their opponents caught up in the tangle of vines from the goblin druid's spell, the goblin dogs takes advantage of it and attacks as a pack. They circle around their now trapped prey and mostly easily avoiding the half powered attacks against them.
The dogs easily nips at its prey. One manages to take a bite at the half-elf warrior as the latter tries to escape the vines which suddenly has caught his limbs.
Lloyd in turn is able to to swing a short sword and hit a passing goblin dog but that still doesn't detter the canine from attacking it's trey. The dog, takes a bite at Guy who manages to avaoid the attack but only to be set up as another of the dogs circle around him and takes a bite at the eleadrin's leg. The goblin dog then pulls with it's mighty jaw and brings down the cleric towards the ground.
Gryffin and Rhonna tries to ward the dogs off but they are intent on finishing up their chosen prey.
Gogmurt: The Fire Pelt Cat Attacks!, Round 01
"Yes!" The voice echoes amongst the thistle trees. "Follow the lizard man. Compress towards the center. Here. Let me help you."
The small, wiry goblin's sudden appearance from out of the thick wall of thorns catches you all by surprise. He spits a few words at you, as if summoning some magical assistance, while his cat holds back at his side, ready to pounce.
At first a few mote of lights appear upon the dragonborn. Much like small fireflies. Then they increase in number and size causing the paladin to move and swat them away from his body.
It is then that you feel a pulse of energy lance out from his palm, fly past you, seeming into the thistle wall behind you, and then ... momentarily, nothing. Suddenly the prickly sensation redoubles back, this time washing out past you all as if a wave of something magical has just flowed past you.
The thistle wall starts to move, reach out towards you. From the earth at your feet vines suddenly appear, seeking out your legs, your arms. Within a second the entire area is blanketed in thick, grasping vines.
Everyone is caught in the thicket except for the heavily armored dragonborn. The goblin doesn't seem to like that one of its targets escaped its spell and summons his animal companion.
It is then that the fire pelt cat leaps forward towards Arao.Iit is seemingly directed by its master, seeking out the magic user, attempting to neutralise the key threat.
The goblin laughs at the cat's success and thereafter steps back into the thistles.
"Well done my pet. Let this serve as a warning to all that try to invade Thistletop and harm my people."
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