A terrible curse descends upon the town of Willowshore! Located in haunted Shenmen in the heart of the sprawling continent of Tian Xia, this horror-themed campaign pits the heroes against supernatural threats and the harsh realities of facing an upcoming winter when all contact with the outside world has been cut off by a mysterious wall of fog. What fiendish menace might be behind the Willowshore Curse, and can it be stopped before everyone in town is lost?
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A tall thin man, with dark greasy hair tied neatly in a bun stalks through the forest along the edge of town. A long pole with a thick chopping blade tied to his back frees up his hands for carrying bundles of wood. Tirelessly he makes trips in and out of the forest, dropping bundles of firewood at the doorsteps of homes, making brief eye contact with anyone that stops to greet him. "For you." He replies each time, before quickly heading back into the woods for another load, his lanky height boosted by strange looking shoes flash white while moving between the trees.
Those along the outskirts of town, both along the north bank and the south bank have seen this man for years. Some see him as a good omen, others as a sign of a harsh winter ahead. A few see his generosity as a threat to their own livelihoods. He works dawn til dusk, every day of the year.. for nothing, how can we compete with that!
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The lone figure sits hunched over at the river bank, a long pole dangling off to one side, and turns to gaze off towards the setting sun.
It seems as if the fish are not finding the taste of my worms to their liking...I may need to dip into my dried fish again... Pucle sighs softly. A rustling off to one side draws his attention, and his gaze shifts slightly. His sharp vision picks out the lone figure gathering the firewood for the other townsfolk.
Right on time I see. Much as the rising moon, he moves with...purpose. He nods his head slightly in greetings to the odd-gaited man before the tengu briefly shivers, thankful for his feathery skin here.
Perhaps another long winter awaits, he ponders, though many see the ill, I see...something else. I wonder if the Sneakerz shares these thoughts.... A movement from his pole catches his eye and he smoothly lays a clawed hand on the pole, waiting for the telltale sign of a strike...but it does not repeat.
He slowly rises to his feet preparing to draw in his fishing line and turns to see the man is gone. Ahh, he will return here...as will I.
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"The woods will protect"
"Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter"
"Please plant and restore."
The leshies clap wildly, while the other patrons of the Leshy Saloon aren't as excited. Oh well, her shift is over anyway. The leaves on her back flap as she flutters off the stool.
Maybe it's time to visit the Silvermist Lodge Again. She won't have time to check tomorrow. Time to help the town with their silly ritual. At least she'll have a first hand account with it this time. The Core is always so inquisitive...
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Amila sees off Kazuma Oono as he leaves her little place on the far outskirts of town. He seemed happy with the jade bracelet she'd made for him, so she was sure he'd be back. Which was always nice because it gave her a chance to practice the kitsune language with him. She cleans up the tea set that she had served the opera director from, and then goes into her sleeping quarters to put his payment away. Seeing her little altar to the Cosmic Caravan, she silently thanks Tsukiyo for the inspiration for the piece.
Thank you also, Dawnflower, she mentally addresses the currently foremost of the little idols. Summertime is nigh....
"Oh! I'd almost forgotten," she chides herself aloud. "The Reenactment Festival is coming up, and it's time I participated again. It's been a decade since the last time I did, and it's always so much fun." She chuckles as she realizes she's been talking out loud. Eh, not like anyone will think I'm any crazier than they already believe of me.
Amila is startled from her reverie by a noise from outside. Thinking that Oono might have returned, she hurries to the door and flings it open. But there is no one there, only a bundle of firewood. She's a bit sad that she missed the woodsman yet again. She really wanted to get to know him better at some point. "Thank you!" she calls out to the forest, hoping that he will hear her, but accepting that even if he doesn't the spirits and the gods will know of her thanks.
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With a deep breath, Charlies stands up, his hand resting on the hilt of his dagger. The silver blade gleams faintly in the dim light as he makes his way towards the exit.
His mind and body seem to move on their own accord, leading him to the very spot where he once encountered his twin as a different person - a disembodied hooded figure, its spectral hand eerily resembling a sword.
He murmurs a name, a whisper that hangs in the air like a secret carried by the wind. "Pollux." Behind him, the very figure he invoked begins to unravel, emitting a muffled scream that echoes in the stillness of the place.
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A slender woman, quiet as shadow, notices the woodsman shuffle off after leaving the bundle of wood outside her door. Many times she wanted to call out to thank him but decided that revealing herself prematurely might be unwise.
Chapter One: To Light the Night
The first rays of morning light filter through the trees, casting their red and yellow glow over the six motionless forms that lay on the hard earth below. A crisp chill hangs in the air and all is silent, no movement to be found, not even the rustle of the wind through the leaves. It's as if, for just a single moment, the entire world has come to a complete and utter stop.
Then, a twitch here, the flutter of eyelids there, a muffled groan. The six figures, only sleeping, begin to wake. Yet the waking world brings with it surprise. Confusion. You remember being dragged out of town by your fellow townsfolk and into the forest the previous evening, serving your roles as 'abductees' for this year's Reenactment Festival. And you remember settling in to wait until morning when the organizer of this year's festival, Choe Chung-hu, would come to 'ransom' you (and bring a hot breakfast). Yet Chung-hu is nowhere to be found. Even stranger is the fact that you're certain that this place isn't where you went to sleep at last night. And the straw mats and red blindfolds you'd been ceremoniously trussed up in seem to be cruder, filthier, and less comfortable today.
Just what is going on?
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Petal Sakura. Or Petal. Or Sakura. She isn't big into names but Willowshore insisted in some kind of moniker. Many have noted how her wings are like large petals from a cherry blossom, growing throughout her back and flapping when she needs to boost herself. Her bright red hair and similar eye color also lent themselves to the motif. And the petals growing out of her front was always a topic starter.
Whatever it takes to be welcomed in, she was ready to help.
The second thing people noticed was her green skin. Petal always reminded them that she doesn't need to eat. The sun provides her with enough nourishment. It kept her bills cheap, too. As far as she knew, she came from the ground and the ground listens to her nightly reports.
She made sure to sleep in a dirt field for a few hours before the Reenactment Festival. Wrapped up in a mat wasn't her ideal way of rest, but she waited until sunrise as promised. With a bit of a tussle she unfurled the mat and crawled out.
"Good morning!" She looks up at the other volunteers. "Does rescue normally take this long?"
All he can remember is being clubbed on the back of the head with something hard. The men both looked at each other with confusion as the sound was more like metal on bone than metal on meat. This one gets to volunteer, and if he dies overnight then even better! It all goes black, until now.
Good morning.. Sneakerz slowly opens an eye, everything is blurry and his mind is full of cobwebs. Always cobwebs. Slowly he struggles and strains against the tied mat until the bindings break.
"What... where... Ok?" His words blurt out slowly and confused as he stands and looks around, gaunt hand over his face.
The tengu, dressed in a non-descript robe, stirs from his slumber and quickly bounces to his feet while removing his blindfold. Eyes peering about him he briefly frowns, suppressing an involuntary chill as he ruffles his feathery skin briefly.
How...strange...it seems as if my sweet tooth will remain unsatisfied.
He turns to each of his companions and nods in greeting, "Puc-Lee. It seems as if rescue will be delayed."
"Well, if you're hungry..." Sakura reaches into her pockets and pulls out a sugar plum. How did that fit? "You can eat up." She offers it to Puc-Lee, holding it overhead.
She almost drops it when she hears something stir. "Oh! It's uh... um... Sneak- Sneakerz? Hi. I... don't think I have food for you." She turns away in shame.
There's something about him she never wants to talk about. It's more than just his distaste of her food, it's that it seems toxic to him. Like he almost died. Or something like that.
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Sneakerz opens his mouth, a bit surprised and a bit nervous at the little Petal "Uhhhh.." A dry, raspy sound crawls out of his mouth, like the sound of metal dragging across stone.
Cough He clears his throat to try again "Hi. Petalz, yes, I am called Sneakerz." They wave off the offer of food "Not hungry." They clutch their emaciated stomach and start chuckling at the irony. "Please don't be afraid of my... state." He adds, turning to Puc-Lee and bowing.
After some deeper looks you realize Sneakerz isn't just long and lanky, he's kinda like a wolf in sheepz clothing.. but instead a skeleton in a manz clothing.
"Were you all stolen too? Last night?"
Puc-Lee accepts the proffered treat gravely and slowly pops it between his beak, "Thank you Petal, you do me much honor."
He bows back to Sneakerz and nods gravely, "Yes. The ceremony of the Reenactment Festival. Something is...wrong."
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During the festival and feast, Amila enjoyed all that it had to offer. She still found Tien food new and enticing, even after a few decades living in Willowshore. There was always some dish or street fare that she hadn't tried yet, and this year she finally had the courage to sample the skewer of grilled mealworms. They were surprisingly good, and she decided that although certainly not her favorite thing (Mr. Chang's lime-sugared dough-balls currently held that honor), she'd encourage others to try them, too.
So, when she awoke and realized something was ... wrong ... her first thought was that maybe she shouldn't have eaten so many of the dough-balls. Or maybe she should have just passed on the mealworms. But as she realized that the others are also confused, she decided it likely wasn't the food.
Having participated a couple times before, Amila knew the trick to making it easy to get out of the bindings in the morning - take a really deep breath and push out a little at the knot as they tie it so the mat isn't so tight. That made it easy for Amila to wiggle right out of the tied mat and stand to greet her fellow "abductees."
Far taller than the average Tian-Xia native, the Mwangi women's skin is also far lighter than would be expected. Her long white hair is partially bound in a braid around the front while the rest hangs down her back almost to her waist. Her dress is of local design and print, but the various pieces of jewelry are all fusions of Mwangi, Tien, and even other styles.
"Good morning, all," she says with a slight bow. "To answer your question, Petal, no, rescue does not normally take this long. At least, it never has before when I've participated. Mr. Choe should have been here by now."
She looks around at the clearing and her fellows. "Puc-Lee, I didn't know you were taking part this year. We haven't had a chance to chat in a long while."
She then turns to the woodsman. "Sneakerz, you are called? I'm Amila. I'm sorry I've never gotten to meet you formally, but I do appreciate the bundles of firewood," she says as she gives the gaunt man a deep bow. Now that she's closer to him, she notices his "state," as he calls it. "You are reanimated?" she asks as she gently touches the bones of his hand.
Castor found himself once again reluctantly entangled in the Reenactment Festival tradition, resurrecting the haunting memories of losing his twin. Despite the familiar nightmares that resurfaced, his will had been fortified since the last encounter; the presence of his twin brother, now a changed individual, served as an anchor for his resolve.
"I am Castor, and this is my brother Pollux," he introduces themselves to the fellow 'abductees' awaiting their awakening. Having been roused earlier, Castor silently communed with his brother as they bided their time.
When the moment arrived to address the group, he speaks to them flatly. "I think we should get back to the village ourselves," he declares, his tone resolute. "They might have forgotten about us," he adds, emphasizing the urgency of their return to the familiar confines of their community.
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"Oh, hello everyone." Petal Sakura turns to the... elf. Her and Sneakerz still generate a feeling of emptiness, one that Petal Sakura cannot fully identify her unease with them.
Holding a sugar plum, she slowly turns to Castor and away from Pollux. "Hungry?"
"I don't see how they could have forgotten about us," Amila answers Castor. "But I suppose Mr. Choe could have gotten lost," she ponders as she looks around at their surroundings. "This doesn't feel like the usual place...."
As she looks around, she notices Petal avoiding her eyes. She's always acted distant around me. And now Sneakerz and Pollux, too. I know we're different (it's why *they* exiled me), but I wonder what she senses about us specifically.
Her reverie is broken by Castor's suggestion of returning to the village. "Not a bad idea, but I think there's one more still sleeping," she says with a smile and a look to the last remaining "abductee" yet to rise from their mat.
Puc-lee turns to give Amila a bow in return. "I had not planned on taking part in the Reenactment, however another participant was inclined to drop out. I believe an over indulgence of spirits had much to do with this."
Glancing about him he feels a sense of wrongness in the air and nods in agreement with Castor, "A wise plan although I advise caution. Do you not feel it? Something feels wrong here, I cannot explain."
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She then turns to the woodsman. "Sneakerz, you are called? I'm Amila. I'm sorry I've never gotten to meet you formally, but I do appreciate the bundles of firewood," she says as she gives the gaunt man a deep bow. Now that she's closer to him, she notices his "state," as he calls it. "You are reanimated?" she asks as she gently touches the bones of his hand.
Sneakerz pulls back his hand slightly, not used to this sort of reaction to his 'state' "The kind Shelyn has brought me back to help. So help I am." They nod and abruptly break off to check on the last abductee that hasn't awoken.
They stoop over, lifting the end of the mat to check on the person inside. Poke Poke "Are you ok? Do not be afraid." Sneakerz starts to pull the rolled up mat off like shaking off a rug, their strength much greater than previously. "Excuse me."
Castor gazes at Petal's sugar plum before shifting his attention to the sprite. After a brief moment, he picks it up, inhales its scent, and then takes a satisfying bite. "Thanks," he says.
Upon learning from Amila that someone among them is still asleep, Castor turns his gaze in the direction of that individual. He is about to do something about them but thankfully the skeletal champion has taken the opportunity to deal with them.
As you wait to see if Sneakerz can rouse this sixth individual, some of you begin to take a sharper interest in your surroundings...
Now that you look around the area more closely, you're certain that this isn't where you went to sleep the night before. This is a completely different section of the forest, to the east of Willowshore. Luckily, you also recall that there should be an old game trail close by that would take you to the west, back toward town.
"I'm not sure if this one made it." They set the cocoon of mat down in a heap.
Puc-Lee stills his breathing and allows his senses to flow forth from his body, taking in the surrounding area...
"We are not where we were before."
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"Yes" Responds Sneakerz, you aren't quite sure if that's an agreement or just an acknowledgement of the statement. Regardless, he starts moving around the immediate area collecting firewood.
Once he's got a solid bundle he hands the first off to Puc-Lee "Take this." He pulls out his glaive and starts harvesting dead branches from the trunks of trees far above his normal reach, again, handing a bundle to the next person, and then the next, until everyone has their own bundle to bring back to town.
He stows his glaive before hauling up the still sleeping body over his shoulder for the trek back into town. "Ok, we can go now."
Petal Sakura balances as many branches as she can, but she is the size of a tall tea kettle. "Ah, yes. Careful with those cuts. Don't knock off too many." She picks up the small branches she can support.
Petal Sakura knows about the natural world, but survival instincts isn't her think. The sun feeds her well enough.
"You're right," Castor agrees with Puc-Lee. He draws his dagger and nods at Pollux, signaling him to quickly survey the surroundings. Pollux silently moves away from their location and begins scouting the area. Meanwhile, Castor takes a seat on the ground, closes his eyes, and concentrates. Shortly afterward, he projects his senses through Pollux and recognizes something while scrying.
He slightly opens his eyes, which are somewhat glowing but still concentrated. "It looks like we are east of Willowshore. I remember that there is an old game trail close by that we can follow, leading us to the west, back toward town," he tells the others. He then severs his scrying connection with Pollux and instructs him to come back to them.
Sneakerz pauses a moment, trying to take in Petal's small stature and how much they can carry. He gives her a bundle of dried moss instead. "Ok."
While Castor communes and speaks with their ghost, he pauses for a moment, wondering what's going on, but doesn't speak about it. He goes back to gathering fire wood.
"Ok" He concurs with Castor, moving slowly as he carries the heavy load in the rolled up mat.
"Alright, back to town. We should look for Choe once we get back. I hope he didn't get lost..."
Puc-Lee stares all about him as he affixes the group's current location in his mind, briefly wondering whether this place is a significant event.
Time will show the answer here.
He silently accepts the firewood bundle from Sneakerz here, noting the unusual chill in the air. After making sure Castor has their sleeping companion secured here he glides up next to the skeletal man, nodding in readiness here. "Let us go." he nods as he keeps his wooden stick balanced here along with his load, prepared to deal with the ever-present vermin that plagues this part of the forset.
Though the situation is certainly strange, at least you know roughly where you're at and how to get back to town. It's a bit worrisome that your fellow 'abductee' - an aiuvarin woman by the name of Shadow Fang - hasn't woken up yet but there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with her that you can discern at a glance. Perhaps she's simply just that deep of a sleeper? In any case, you can't just leave her behind so Sneakerz picks her still-bundled form up and slings her over his bony shoulders as you ready to head back towards town. Hopefully you'll run into Chung-hu along the way.
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Castor stows his dagger back into his person after realizing that they are just located close to the town. He silently nods at Petal to get back to town. With everyone all set including the deep sleeping companion they are with, he follows the old game trail with his twin beside him.
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Amila takes the proffered bundle of firewood from Sneakerz and tucks it under an arm as everyone prepares for he journey back. Her stomach takes that opportunity to growl a little from missing breakfast in spite of all the festival food she ate last night. "Excuse me," she says at the noise with a laugh. "But maybe it'll wake up our other guest."
As the others discuss where they are, she nods in agreement. "We're east of the Duyue River still, yes? So we'll have to cross at the bridge to the Southbank."
Setting off, she occasionally scans for any magic just in case.
Petal begins Scouting. She digs her feet into the ground, listens to the plants (they're awfully quiet) and she prepares to alert her friends of danger.
Puc-Lee nods silently in agreement with Amila as the others prepare to move off, balancing the load of firewood and his wooden staff effortlessly. While he was fairly familiar with this area of Willowshore (living not far from here) he still kept up his guard here, knowing there were dangers all around.
Puc-Lee begins scouting, and Petal Sakura realizes they don't need 2 scouts. So she sticks to analyzing the flora and fauna of the forest.
Sneakerz walks along slowly, lagging a bit under the weight of the slacker in the bag. He keeps his eyes open for anything dangerous.
If you hadn't already noticed, Sneakerz doesn't talk all that much. Maybe he's shy, or maybe he's not used to talking. Time will tell.
Shadow groans as she wakes, the ground feeling more solid than when she fell asleep the night before. Her stomach growls as she realizes that breakfast is overdue. Calming herself, she remains quiet, ears straining to hear, if anything, is around her. She hears her fellow abductees rouse and realizes that something is wrong, very wrong...
She slips the bindings and removes the blindfold. Looking around and seeing her fellow abductees, she realizes that something is very wrong all right.
"I assume you are also participants in the reenactment festival?" her slightly musical voice betraying her elven heritage. "Shadow Fang, " she says shortly, "But we should get properly introduced once we figure out what's going on."
"We'd best be heading back to town to see what's really going on. I'll be sticking to the shadows"
Feeling his load suddenly lighter Sneakerz takes a few moments to gather his own bundle of firewood. He nods at the woman, handing her a small stack of wood to carry as well.
"Hello Shadow Fang!" Petal runs in front of the woman and offers a sugar plum. "Hungry? Not a lot of starch but the sucrose should help."
With Shadow Fang now awake and your bearings gained, everyone is ready to head back to town. You know that Amila's remark on your path is correct; once you get back to the Duyue River you'll cross the bridge and head towards the Spider Gate and into Southbank. But as you prepare to set off, a faint rustling can be heard in the foliage nearby...and it's growing louder, heading your way. At first, you think that maybe it's just Choe finally arriving with that promised breakfast...but about the time that you realize that there's way too much rustling for just one man, another sound catches your attention.
Low, malevolent hissing.
As you ready yourselves, three giant insect-like creatures come scuttling out of the trees. Their hissing grows louder as they spot you and move to attack!
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Occultism (DC 15)
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Survival (DC 15)
Red and Purple advance swiftly on Sakura and Sneakerz, eager to feast.
"...m̶̄ͅḙ̶̒a̸̺̒t̶͉͂..."
"...b̵͖͂o̵̤̓ṅ̶̳e̴̝̊ș̷̊s̵͕̾s̴̰̆..."
While Sneakerz easily deflects Purple's attempts to bite him, Sakura isn't quite as lucky. Red manages to give the sprite a rather superficial-looking bite but it stings something fierce!
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Red
Purple
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Shadow Fang
Amila
Sakura
Castor
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Blue
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Sneakerz
Puc-Lee
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Shadow Fang, Amila, Sakura, Castor may act!
Shadow accepts the fruit with a grin and a quick thanks before disappearing into the brush.
She doesn't get far before she hears the hissing and sees the critters attack. Immediately she pulls her rapier from its sheath and moves to flank one of the creatures with some red pigment stuck to its body.
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Unfortunately she slips at the last moment and almost perforates Petal.
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Amila tries to remember what she knows about these ... giant bugs.
She looks closely at the one that bit her small friend. "Scales of armor work both ways," she says cryptically as she casts a spell guiding her allies' strikes.
"And a small body is often stronger than it looks," she says as she taps Petal on the back of her head.
"Oh. Centipedes? Oh no, violent centipedes! Ow!" She squeaks as she is bitten.
Poison flowing through her veins, she tries to identify her attacker. They can poison her, but... what are their saving throws? Which is weakest? If she learns anything she'll speak up.
"Sorry about this." She stomps the ground and plants vines surge from the ground. She modifies them into a long (for her) club and swings at the Red centipede opposite Shadow Fang.
Sneakerz moves a foot back, avoiding the bite. "No.." Quite slow to react.
The arrival of hostile creatures prompts Castor to act against them. He Steps back while Pollux moves close to Red with muted wailing! Castor then boosts his twin eidolon and focuses on extending the same.
Pollux then attacks Red with his sword-like hand!
slashing damage
◆ Act Together (◆ Step of Castor, ◆ Step of Pollux)
◇ Extend Boost of Castor
◆ Boost Eidolon of Castor
◆ Strike of Pollux
Time blips and wobbles for a moment, as Sneakerz gazes upon Red and forces them to contemplate their actions as they move to bite Petal. While the creature persists in its course of action and bites down, this decision doesn't go unpunished as Red grows noticeably enfeebled!
The strange creatures aren't the only ones eager for battle. Shadow Fang is quick to draw her rapier and maneuvers around to try and strike Red from behind, only to miss and nearly poke Petal in the eye.
Amila knows that these things are giant centipedes. Hunters and scavengers that live amid dung and detritus, centipedes are a relatively common and often reviled threat faced by adventurers. Scurrying about with surprising speed on the scores of legs attached to their long, segmented bodies, centipedes strike with poisoned mandibles to slow and torment their prey with a vicious toxin before they settle down to feed in slow and disgusting leisure. Thankfully, there aren't any special defenses to worry about when dealing with them.
That said, these giant centipedes are acting quite strangely - and aren't normally capable of speech. You suspect they might be under the influence of foul spirits.
She then focuses on Red, using her magic to highlight a small weak spot in the centipede's chitin and then to give Petal a bit of a boost. And a boost might just be what's needed, as the poison begins to burn through the little sprite's veins!
But she also recognizes these things as giant centipedes and knows that such creatures tend to fare poorly against things that attack the mind. But for now, she opts to fight back in a more practical way - she channels power into the plantlife, forming a club to pummel Red with...
*CRUNCH*
...and smashes the centipede into paste on the very first swing! Working as a team clearly pays off.
With Red now taken care of, Castor and Pollux turn their attention to nearby Purple. Castor uses his own magic to give his sibling a boost in power, which Pollux uses to cleave through Purple like a hot knife through butter!
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Shadow Fang
Amila
Petal
Castor
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Blue
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Sneakerz
Puc-Lee
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Petal has one action remaining!
Sakura plants her club-like branch, and a vine erupts next to the Blue-inked centipede.
Having taken care of Red, Petal stabs the branch in her hand into the ground and conjures a vine that strikes Blue with a fair amount of force! The centipede hisses and scuttles towards Shadow Fang, who happens to be the closest.
"W̴̮͈͘a̷̤̥̍̌r̵͕͓͒̌m̸͉̩̓,̷̜̖̒͒ ̸̡̐͝t̷͔͑̑a̶̱͔͘s̸̬̽̑ͅt̸̥̒̒y̶̘̑̅ ̷͙̄̔m̶̯̺̔ę̷͔͂̿ǎ̵̳́͜t̴̘͈̓̊.̵̬̇.̶̻̠̿.̵̻̒͂...!"
Blue bites into Shadow Fang's leg and enjoys the taste so much it tries for seconds! Luckily, she's able to dodge the second bite. Not so luckily, she feels a stinging, burning sensation from the first bite.
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Shadow Fang
Amila
Petal
Castor
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Blue
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Sneakerz
Puc-Lee
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Everyone may act!