02-20-2020, 05:07 PM
Orkan fires off three bolts. The first kindles a low hanging branch. The other two dissipate into harmless sparks inches away from the beasts fur. The creature remains motionless but all the human souls of the group can tell otherwise. The uncomfortable itch of unnatural magical tides coming to a focus in the beast signal its intent and ability to perform an enchantment.
The cowering pair of souls tangled in the roots and mushroom bed in the middle of the pack cry:
Unknown Souls - [Imperial]: "The nightmare weaves enchantments?!"
The cowering pair of souls tangled in the roots and mushroom bed in the middle of the pack cry:
Unknown Souls - [Imperial]: "The nightmare weaves enchantments?!"