WHO: Tony Stark, Joselyn Smythe, Richard Dickerson, Wysteria Poppell, Vanadi de Vadarta WHAT: A group of nerds and one cool elf investigate some strange reports coming out of a Free Marches village. WHEN: Second week of August. WHERE: Free Marches NOTES: TBA.
This ranks pretty high into extremely gross things Vanadi has had to witness, and now seems like a really great time for some kind of hands-off blast of magic at the whole writing mass of them -- particularly when one snaps a little too closely to Wysteria. His sword's not quite close enough to do the job, so it's a quick bolt of black, crackling energy from his palm that sends the thing flying away instead. The next few get chopped, which is, as predicted, very gross.
But the bag and both persons are safely extracted, Vanadi lingering just enough to make sure any other snapping jaws might pick his retreating ankles over Wysteria's.
"No one else has left anything they're very attached to, have they? I'm entirely in favor of moving on."
With the eels successfully skewered, if any of them turn around to retreat in earnest, it will be to see Richard Dickerson standing and looking back at them from some 60 feet up the bank, well away from the river’s edge already. There are a few loose pebbles still rolling down through dirt and rock, marking the path he scarpered up and away.
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But the bag and both persons are safely extracted, Vanadi lingering just enough to make sure any other snapping jaws might pick his retreating ankles over Wysteria's.
"No one else has left anything they're very attached to, have they? I'm entirely in favor of moving on."
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At least he’s stopped to wait for them.