The Horn and Halo/The Encampment
The homunculus's wish hadn't come true quite yet. Unable able to mutter the rodent's the name, Coolpikaaa had already slid back down to thaw Nym from the icy shackles. A natural hero at heart. Grunting, Priscus chased after the altruistic rat, leaping over the remaining carnage left on the floor as he went to help him.
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Treehouse
~Jent, get your lazy butt off the floor! I need you to go save Swix!~
Recovering from his own Christmas Present, the Jentil didn't need another 'gift' ram itself through his aching head. Groaning, he rose off from the floor, feet stumbling over all the bumps on the floor while Solveig maintained his balance. The huldra frowned, directing the disoriented man to the rope ladder by the door. "Take it easy, the magic hasn't eased the rest of your body fully. If you wait a couple minutes, I can start a pot of hot-"
"No time, later."
Blunt in response, he tossed the woven coil out of the doorway, glazed eyes tracing its descent to the snow below. "Then I'm coming with you," she protested, storming in front of Jent as her hands grasped the rope. "The mist is already returning. With them and Floette here, Maria should be fine for the night. Even this night." Solveig flung herself to the ground, assisting the distortionist out of the treehouse.
The huldra's words were true. Swarming in the distance, the billowing mist surged back to their homes, dissolving into the large tree with Floette flying to up to the house from her journey this night. Nodding, she pressed Jent onward, trailing after him as he focused his mind at the source of Swix's voice.
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The Zombie Reindeer that was attacking the Lycanthrope was far too preoccupied with it's target to notice DP with his sword come charging at him. The pair of them, with the werewolf and her enhanced healing plus that she was already cursed. and the simple fact that a zombie felt no pain at all could have easily gone at this all night. However, the Sanity Blades ability to normalise things made this unnecessary, changing the Zombie Reindeer back into a normal, living creature that had no thirst for blood and began to wander off away from the pair as an animal would.
Tala, somewhat sobered up thanks to the adrenaline released by being forced to fight, focused her yellow eyes on the Blade that had just turned the threat into nothing, recognised what it was and then rolled to the side so she could get up without touching the cursed weapon. What with what was happening now the last thing she wanted was to lose her lycanthropic abilities by being stupid. Talas muzzle ran with the congealed blood of the zombie, her fanged teeth bared.
"Thanks, want some help with the rest?" she asked as she stood to her full 7 foot height when in anthropomorphic Were form, surveying the chaos around them.
Syllak had charged out of the H and H by now herself, fully covered in her platemail armour, with the katanas and the bladed tail being put to good use, since the barmaid was being tended to by CP. The Pikachu was tiny but the draconian trusted him and it seemed there was more to do out here than in there now that DP and CP had taken care of the Tree and the Cobra that had been lurking inside.
Even Sallah, the Horn and Halos resident golden fire-lizard that didn't usually like being around conflict was doing her part around here, little as it was. She and her group of the other tiny creatures-bronze, blue, green and brown-took on a swarm of the angry fey a bit of distance away with their tiny tongues of flame after popping into existence from between, their multi-faceted eyes swirling angry red.
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Outside the Treehouse
Swix's mindspoken voice was coming in the direction of the Furnace Caverns where she lived, although nowhere near the entrance that led straight into The Encampment from the confusing maze. No, that was from deeper in the forest, below the ground and probably from the real main entrance she'd told the distortionist about once. That was where it had 'been' coming from.
~Jent... it's so dark.... ~ The mindspoken voice came to the distortionist again, but this time it came from inside the forest itself, and much closer to the main settlement. ~I... NO! No! Not that-~ and that was it, the voice was gone. There'd be no more words from the woman this night unless they could figure out what was going on.
The Zombie Reindeer that was attacking the Lycanthrope was far too preoccupied with it's target to notice DP with his sword come charging at him. The pair of them, with the werewolf and her enhanced healing plus that she was already cursed. and the simple fact that a zombie felt no pain at all could have easily gone at this all night. However, the Sanity Blades ability to normalise things made this unnecessary, changing the Zombie Reindeer back into a normal, living creature that had no thirst for blood and began to wander off away from the pair as an animal would.
Tala, somewhat sobered up thanks to the adrenaline released by being forced to fight, focused her yellow eyes on the Blade that had just turned the threat into nothing, recognised what it was and then rolled to the side so she could get up without touching the cursed weapon. What with what was happening now the last thing she wanted was to lose her lycanthropic abilities by being stupid. Talas muzzle ran with the congealed blood of the zombie, her fanged teeth bared.
"Thanks, want some help with the rest?" she asked as she stood to her full 7 foot height when in anthropomorphic Were form, surveying the chaos around them.
Syllak had charged out of the H and H by now herself, fully covered in her platemail armour, with the katanas and the bladed tail being put to good use, since the barmaid was being tended to by CP. The Pikachu was tiny but the draconian trusted him and it seemed there was more to do out here than in there now that DP and CP had taken care of the Tree and the Cobra that had been lurking inside.
Even Sallah, the Horn and Halos resident golden fire-lizard that didn't usually like being around conflict was doing her part around here, little as it was. She and her group of the other tiny creatures-bronze, blue, green and brown-took on a swarm of the angry fey a bit of distance away with their tiny tongues of flame after popping into existence from between, their multi-faceted eyes swirling angry red.
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Outside the Treehouse
Swix's mindspoken voice was coming in the direction of the Furnace Caverns where she lived, although nowhere near the entrance that led straight into The Encampment from the confusing maze. No, that was from deeper in the forest, below the ground and probably from the real main entrance she'd told the distortionist about once. That was where it had 'been' coming from.
~Jent... it's so dark.... ~ The mindspoken voice came to the distortionist again, but this time it came from inside the forest itself, and much closer to the main settlement. ~I... NO! No! Not that-~ and that was it, the voice was gone. There'd be no more words from the woman this night unless they could figure out what was going on.
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DP turned to the werewolf
"Yeah...work on freein - "
DP was stunned into silence, a stupid look on his face. He and Tala both turned to watch a Christmas Cobra pass by, trying to buck the winged non-believing Gargoyle off it's back. The Gargoyle had his black stone claws buried deep in the snake's back, and was doing his best rodeo impression, which if DP was being quiet honest, was pretty good. After Blackfoot and company passed, he resumed speaking
"Work on freeing the other warriors from their individual combats, have them help others and rally back here. We have no idea how many cards have been delivered, and we'll need to organize a counter-offensive"
With that, DP left the Lycan to her task, and went to help the nearest unfortunate soul, which unfortunately was the John Wayne Gargoyle.
"Yeah...work on freein - "
DP was stunned into silence, a stupid look on his face. He and Tala both turned to watch a Christmas Cobra pass by, trying to buck the winged non-believing Gargoyle off it's back. The Gargoyle had his black stone claws buried deep in the snake's back, and was doing his best rodeo impression, which if DP was being quiet honest, was pretty good. After Blackfoot and company passed, he resumed speaking
"Work on freeing the other warriors from their individual combats, have them help others and rally back here. We have no idea how many cards have been delivered, and we'll need to organize a counter-offensive"
With that, DP left the Lycan to her task, and went to help the nearest unfortunate soul, which unfortunately was the John Wayne Gargoyle.
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Talas snout hung open when the Gargoyle went past, one ear pointing forwards and the other backwards as she watched, dumbstruck. The Lycan shook her head when DP started speaking to her again, and nodded. "Right"
The werewolf leaped on top of a roof, looked below, then growled and disappeared to go and free another warrior from their monster.
The Christmas Cobra that was hissing and bucking below Blackfoot made the icy tinsel spikes on its back protrude, pouring freezing mist the icicles were forcibly released from the snakes back in all directions, a defensive mechanism for the creature.
Talas snout hung open when the Gargoyle went past, one ear pointing forwards and the other backwards as she watched, dumbstruck. The Lycan shook her head when DP started speaking to her again, and nodded. "Right"
The werewolf leaped on top of a roof, looked below, then growled and disappeared to go and free another warrior from their monster.
The Christmas Cobra that was hissing and bucking below Blackfoot made the icy tinsel spikes on its back protrude, pouring freezing mist the icicles were forcibly released from the snakes back in all directions, a defensive mechanism for the creature.
Christmas Presence
Woods?
“Wait, I thought Priscus said the he was alive?â€Â
“No, the homunculus mentioned he 'was still assisting Tages'; the Blue Mage is very much dead.â€Â
The mentions of dread and gloom concerned Solveig so, keeping a glance of the Jentil as the two marched alongside into the woods. A dismal worry to him though, for over the short months of the year he hadn't been straining himself at the pain of nearly losing the friends around him, Jent's spirit faltered within. Almost predicable he would be stricken by yet another vision blaring in his skull this very night, much to the huldra's chagrin. Nothing came out the way she planned for Christmas right.
~Jent... it's so dark.... ~
It is obvious to Solveig, that the sudden jerk of the man's head indicated a notion of importance. No, it wasn't that. The hulda, as her feet framed the Jentil's own, step by step, crept a horrible tingle through her non-existent spine. To be clear, a formless breath of wind raking at the inner being of the two descended upon the duo in their flight. For what happened to them bore its way to the journey from start to end, abruptly affixing a glare of horror across the face of Jent.
~I... NO! No! Not that-~
“Wait, I thought Priscus said the he was alive?â€Â
“No, the homunculus mentioned he 'was still assisting Tages'; the Blue Mage is very much dead.â€Â
The mentions of dread and gloom concerned Solveig so, keeping a glance of the Jentil as the two marched alongside into the woods. A dismal worry to him though, for over the short months of the year he hadn't been straining himself at the pain of nearly losing the friends around him, Jent's spirit faltered within. Almost predicable he would be stricken by yet another vision blaring in his skull this very night, much to the huldra's chagrin. Nothing came out the way she planned for Christmas right.
~Jent... it's so dark.... ~
It is obvious to Solveig, that the sudden jerk of the man's head indicated a notion of importance. No, it wasn't that. The hulda, as her feet framed the Jentil's own, step by step, crept a horrible tingle through her non-existent spine. To be clear, a formless breath of wind raking at the inner being of the two descended upon the duo in their flight. For what happened to them bore its way to the journey from start to end, abruptly affixing a glare of horror across the face of Jent.
~I... NO! No! Not that-~
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Blackfoot felt the icicle burst against his skin, but none were able to pierce his rocky hide. This creature had fight! He'd make an excellent mount. As he continued to be bucked around, he noticed some trees nearby, and more importantly, some vines growing off of it. He carefully tried to get the Snake to head that way - a trying process to say the least. Finally, he was within reach. In one smooth motion, his right hand wrapped around the vine and tugged a good length down, all the while he slid forward so the snake's head hit the ground, Blackfoot's left hand on it's neck.. He then took the vine and wrapped it around the snakes mouth. Between the vine's natural strength and the ice already forming around it, it made an effective enough muzzle.
With that done, Blackfoot took his right hand, placed over the snakes eyes, and started chanting, "Praecipio belluam cessabit" over and over to the snake
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DP finally caught up with the wayward gargoyle a bit later, only to find him chanting something to the snake. Between the glow emanating from his hand, and the smell of magic in the air, DP knew the old Gargoyle was up to something.
Finally within shouting distance, DP was getting ready to deliver the kill blow to the snake when Blackfoot shouted "GO! I've got this one!" before turning back to the snake and resuming his chant.
DP simply shrugged, and ran back towards town to see who else needed his help.
Blackfoot felt the icicle burst against his skin, but none were able to pierce his rocky hide. This creature had fight! He'd make an excellent mount. As he continued to be bucked around, he noticed some trees nearby, and more importantly, some vines growing off of it. He carefully tried to get the Snake to head that way - a trying process to say the least. Finally, he was within reach. In one smooth motion, his right hand wrapped around the vine and tugged a good length down, all the while he slid forward so the snake's head hit the ground, Blackfoot's left hand on it's neck.. He then took the vine and wrapped it around the snakes mouth. Between the vine's natural strength and the ice already forming around it, it made an effective enough muzzle.
With that done, Blackfoot took his right hand, placed over the snakes eyes, and started chanting, "Praecipio belluam cessabit" over and over to the snake
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DP finally caught up with the wayward gargoyle a bit later, only to find him chanting something to the snake. Between the glow emanating from his hand, and the smell of magic in the air, DP knew the old Gargoyle was up to something.
Finally within shouting distance, DP was getting ready to deliver the kill blow to the snake when Blackfoot shouted "GO! I've got this one!" before turning back to the snake and resuming his chant.
DP simply shrugged, and ran back towards town to see who else needed his help.
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The Horn and Halo
The barmaid with both her legs frozen solid watched Priscus jump down, then stared, then tried to shuffle away from him as quickly as she could with the slowly thawing limbs. "Who - who, what, are you? Don't come any closer!" Clearly, the woman was terrified.
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The Forest
When Jent and Solveig stopped, they'd notice a figure moving rapidly from tree to tree, clearly trying to avoid their attention. It's bipedal, tall and furry with double bent legs, and has a pair of very long horns atop it's head that taper into sharp points.
But that's as much as they're going to be able to get from this distance. Other than the fact that it's definitely headed towards The Encampment, that is.
The barmaid with both her legs frozen solid watched Priscus jump down, then stared, then tried to shuffle away from him as quickly as she could with the slowly thawing limbs. "Who - who, what, are you? Don't come any closer!" Clearly, the woman was terrified.
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The Forest
When Jent and Solveig stopped, they'd notice a figure moving rapidly from tree to tree, clearly trying to avoid their attention. It's bipedal, tall and furry with double bent legs, and has a pair of very long horns atop it's head that taper into sharp points.
But that's as much as they're going to be able to get from this distance. Other than the fact that it's definitely headed towards The Encampment, that is.
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The Forest
Solveig, with one arm extended out in front, stared at him nervously. She could hardly figure out why Jent periodically winced, guessing he kept dividing his focus between trailing Swix's mind-link and every other action one normally react to. "Uh, Jent... you alright?" the huldra asked, turning her head fully at him. "If this is getting too difficult, maybe we can rally DP to help us out with this.... Jent?"
The man dove to a sprint. Gasping, she barely caught a glimpse of his face before he grazed a great distance between. Solveig went silent at the sight as the jentil leaped through the underbrush in his wake, pivoting in a last second distortion to teleport, just before he got close to the bipedal being. Reappearing deeper in the forest, Jent glared at the horned stranger a couple meters off.
He.. so cold...
Solveig, with one arm extended out in front, stared at him nervously. She could hardly figure out why Jent periodically winced, guessing he kept dividing his focus between trailing Swix's mind-link and every other action one normally react to. "Uh, Jent... you alright?" the huldra asked, turning her head fully at him. "If this is getting too difficult, maybe we can rally DP to help us out with this.... Jent?"
The man dove to a sprint. Gasping, she barely caught a glimpse of his face before he grazed a great distance between. Solveig went silent at the sight as the jentil leaped through the underbrush in his wake, pivoting in a last second distortion to teleport, just before he got close to the bipedal being. Reappearing deeper in the forest, Jent glared at the horned stranger a couple meters off.
He.. so cold...
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"Oof!" Thorn-Dancer squeaked, having been caught in the celestial winds she found herself sitting in the Encampment. She looked around in a puzzled manner, looking very confused to what was happening before her... Wearing a mixed expression of fear, confusion and slight amusement at what was going on.
"... Holy Kluex on sssstick!" The Floran spoke, slowly standing up and shaking her head to make sure she wasn't dreaming or hallucinating.
Then Thorn-Dancer saw the gargoyle on the ice cobra and just stared, stunned "..." She slowly approached the gargoyle "What going on? Ssssome kind of hunting party?" The Floran asked, tilting her head to the right. Due to being in a completely different environment and her first sight being well... Chaos, she was still in a state of shock. Her current theory was that her ship transporter was on the fritz again and transported her in her sleep... That or those strange fruits she recently ate were messing with her head.
"Oof!" Thorn-Dancer squeaked, having been caught in the celestial winds she found herself sitting in the Encampment. She looked around in a puzzled manner, looking very confused to what was happening before her... Wearing a mixed expression of fear, confusion and slight amusement at what was going on.
"... Holy Kluex on sssstick!" The Floran spoke, slowly standing up and shaking her head to make sure she wasn't dreaming or hallucinating.
Then Thorn-Dancer saw the gargoyle on the ice cobra and just stared, stunned "..." She slowly approached the gargoyle "What going on? Ssssome kind of hunting party?" The Floran asked, tilting her head to the right. Due to being in a completely different environment and her first sight being well... Chaos, she was still in a state of shock. Her current theory was that her ship transporter was on the fritz again and transported her in her sleep... That or those strange fruits she recently ate were messing with her head.
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Blackfoot: "No...*ugh*.....Just another attack....*mutters quickly* Praecipio belluam cessabit *outloud* Type of thing...*oof* you expect *mutters again* Praecipio belluam cessabit *outloud, again* when some crazy *ahh* guy who thinks he *oof* is a god meddles...."
Blackfoot mutters the odd phrase a few more times, and the snake finally shows some sign of actually calming down....at least enough for him to finish talking.
Blackfoot: "If you are a hunter though, there is plenty of prey attacking that village. I'm sure they'd appreciate the help"
*Blackfoot mutters the odd phrase again* There that does it.
*He breaks off the makeshift muzzle, and fashions what is salvagable of the vines into a makeshift lead*
"Up" he says as he pulls back on the reigns. The snake lifts him up, appearing for the moment to be tamed
Blackfoot: "Well, this outta help. You coming?"
With that, he turns the snake and kicks off, driving the snake back into the fray
Blackfoot mutters the odd phrase a few more times, and the snake finally shows some sign of actually calming down....at least enough for him to finish talking.
Blackfoot: "If you are a hunter though, there is plenty of prey attacking that village. I'm sure they'd appreciate the help"
*Blackfoot mutters the odd phrase again* There that does it.
*He breaks off the makeshift muzzle, and fashions what is salvagable of the vines into a makeshift lead*
"Up" he says as he pulls back on the reigns. The snake lifts him up, appearing for the moment to be tamed
Blackfoot: "Well, this outta help. You coming?"
With that, he turns the snake and kicks off, driving the snake back into the fray
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The horned stranger had a face similar to that of a minotaur, it's body muscular, it's eyes a deep red. It had a short tail and though it's feet ended in cloven hooves it's hands ended in claws. It was entirely covered in thick brown fur, and perhaps the strangest thing about it was that it was carrying an apparently empty sack on it's back.
The creature tasted the air with a forked tongue before addressing the Jentil with a deep male voice. "An impressive show, Jent the Distortionist. I just have one question" the creature paused, then tilted it's horned head "Do you know who I am?"
The horned stranger had a face similar to that of a minotaur, it's body muscular, it's eyes a deep red. It had a short tail and though it's feet ended in cloven hooves it's hands ended in claws. It was entirely covered in thick brown fur, and perhaps the strangest thing about it was that it was carrying an apparently empty sack on it's back.
The creature tasted the air with a forked tongue before addressing the Jentil with a deep male voice. "An impressive show, Jent the Distortionist. I just have one question" the creature paused, then tilted it's horned head "Do you know who I am?"
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Thorn-Dancer watched Blackfoot and listened quietly whilst he tamed the ice cobra.
“Crazy man think he god do thissss?†she asked as she watched him un-muzzle the snake “Floran... Help?†She said in a puzzled tone, and then watched Blackfoot join the chaos.
“... Ssstrange rock creatureâ€Â
Thorn-Dancer muttered under her breath, pulling out her longbow and some arrows and aimed at one of the zombie reindeer before firing... Thinking it would be best to snipe them at a distance and study them rather than to leap into the battle and be killed due to inexperience with these...
Living Christmas decorations and creatures?
Upon the realization at what she was fighting... A big grin suddenly appeared on her face and she started laughing, finding it suddenly very hard to focus on the threat at hand and to regain composure.
“Crazy man think he god do thissss?†she asked as she watched him un-muzzle the snake “Floran... Help?†She said in a puzzled tone, and then watched Blackfoot join the chaos.
“... Ssstrange rock creatureâ€Â
Thorn-Dancer muttered under her breath, pulling out her longbow and some arrows and aimed at one of the zombie reindeer before firing... Thinking it would be best to snipe them at a distance and study them rather than to leap into the battle and be killed due to inexperience with these...
Living Christmas decorations and creatures?
Upon the realization at what she was fighting... A big grin suddenly appeared on her face and she started laughing, finding it suddenly very hard to focus on the threat at hand and to regain composure.
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The Encampment
The entrance leading to Grathon's underground home blew asunder by an explosive series of wood and ceramic shards flung to the wayside. "Rotten reindeer, begone!" the owner shouted from behind his loyal guard, a porcupine larger than a horse in height at full unfurl. "This is more ridiculous than Easter."
Growling profoundly, Kemosabe impaled another row of quails at the zombie reindeer's side, rendering the demented beast a foul pin-cushion. The claymolder sidestepped the dwindling duo between the construct and what appeared to be a summon from his card. Reaching at blue cloak fluttering on him, the immortal sighed as he scanned the turmoil that developed in the Encampment. "Just what is the leader for this glorious event?" Grathon spoke aloud as he summoned terracotta clones of him to join the fray.
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The Forest
Jent stayed statically in place, giving an callous state at the harry being. "The timing of your visit was a general tip off, Krampus correct?" he figured, glossing over the key-features the biped had. The emotional upheaval the jentil just wore left no trace as he ventured closer to the cloven-foot creature. "Bare in mind, since you knowingly admitted my name without me giving the standard aforementioned greeting, then you appear to have planned your ploy quite well."
The entrance leading to Grathon's underground home blew asunder by an explosive series of wood and ceramic shards flung to the wayside. "Rotten reindeer, begone!" the owner shouted from behind his loyal guard, a porcupine larger than a horse in height at full unfurl. "This is more ridiculous than Easter."
Growling profoundly, Kemosabe impaled another row of quails at the zombie reindeer's side, rendering the demented beast a foul pin-cushion. The claymolder sidestepped the dwindling duo between the construct and what appeared to be a summon from his card. Reaching at blue cloak fluttering on him, the immortal sighed as he scanned the turmoil that developed in the Encampment. "Just what is the leader for this glorious event?" Grathon spoke aloud as he summoned terracotta clones of him to join the fray.
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Jent stayed statically in place, giving an callous state at the harry being. "The timing of your visit was a general tip off, Krampus correct?" he figured, glossing over the key-features the biped had. The emotional upheaval the jentil just wore left no trace as he ventured closer to the cloven-foot creature. "Bare in mind, since you knowingly admitted my name without me giving the standard aforementioned greeting, then you appear to have planned your ploy quite well."
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Unfortunately, Thorn-Dancer's laughter had attracted a mob of sugar-plum fairies. The Ravenous insect size swarm recognized an easy meal when they saw it. The made a beeline - unnoticed by the laughing Floran - straight to her.
What Thorn-Dancer did notice was a scimitar like blade swat at them. For each fairy that hit the flat of the blade, a praying mantis flew off. Being a skilled swordsman, DP managed to get the vast majority of the swarm in one swing, got the rest with the second.
"I don't know who you are, but you might want to be more careful," the diety warned Thorn-Dancer, "These things may look festive, but I assure you they are deadly enough". With that DP ran off to the next person in need of help.
What Thorn-Dancer did notice was a scimitar like blade swat at them. For each fairy that hit the flat of the blade, a praying mantis flew off. Being a skilled swordsman, DP managed to get the vast majority of the swarm in one swing, got the rest with the second.
"I don't know who you are, but you might want to be more careful," the diety warned Thorn-Dancer, "These things may look festive, but I assure you they are deadly enough". With that DP ran off to the next person in need of help.
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Thorn-Dancer's laughter halted to a stop when she saw DP using his sword as a giant flyswatter... She wasn't sure to whether be amused or relieved by the sight, and watched the praying mantis' fly off away from the blade.
“... Floran day jussst keepssss getting weirder and weirder†Thorn-Dancer chirped, having been snapped out of her fit of laughter “Magic maybe?†She pondered as DP ran off before shrugging, having given up on trying to make sense of the situation.
“Asssk later, sssstab now!†The Floran grinned as she got out her dagger and went to join the battle for real now, slashing and stabbing at the zombie reindeer and rampaging trees as well as swatting at the sugar-plum fairies as she charged through... However after nearly getting her hand frozen solid, she decided to avoid the ice cobras and leave them to who can deal with them.
Thorn-Dancer had no idea why she decided to join the battle instead of doing the wise option (to her that is) of running away... However she was having fun, which happened to keep her in said battle.
“... Floran day jussst keepssss getting weirder and weirder†Thorn-Dancer chirped, having been snapped out of her fit of laughter “Magic maybe?†She pondered as DP ran off before shrugging, having given up on trying to make sense of the situation.
“Asssk later, sssstab now!†The Floran grinned as she got out her dagger and went to join the battle for real now, slashing and stabbing at the zombie reindeer and rampaging trees as well as swatting at the sugar-plum fairies as she charged through... However after nearly getting her hand frozen solid, she decided to avoid the ice cobras and leave them to who can deal with them.
Thorn-Dancer had no idea why she decided to join the battle instead of doing the wise option (to her that is) of running away... However she was having fun, which happened to keep her in said battle.