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Is'neth the Elven warrior of Invall'ore (@Scratchy) Started by: HERA on Oct 25, '22 15:57

Centuries past, only war and famine concave the decrepid forests. Vines and ashen leaves splatter throughout, mixing with brushes and shrubs incandesently. People who age only as the sun-dials woven shadow, casts down from the gloomy skies above where clouds part as the red sea releasing it's enchanting shafts of light - lucidly connecting with every being, drowned from it's reddish perpendicular reflection stands Is'neth.

 

Garbled by starvation and thirst - not one flora ediable, not one drop of dew brings life - only disease. As the shade glances, the true nature reveals it's otherwordly intent, grey with streaks of purple course through the life only mimicing sustience as the illusionary sun is cast onto it. Standing with blackend nails and streaks of white in his golden brown hair, Is'neth lumbers forward through the vines, his aged legs tripping and wildly placing themselves with only will alone. Cuts from thorns, darkend eyes and holding an amulet that he clutches to his cheast, string flail by the side as the deafend silence of the forest echo's back the chink of metal hitting metal. 

 

 

Taking the last fatal step, Is'neth is brought down to his knees, a vine evaporated into existence, it's black misty essence seemed to move - it's ever-reaching grasp envlopes Is'neths arm with such incredible force, or met with no resistance. Wrapping around their frail body, the constriction overwhelms their ribcage, cracking and bursting of blood vessals can be heard reverbrating back, bouncing off the fickle bark. With no saliva to wet his screams, a croak and whincing can only be seen yet held in place, thorns puncture, ripping their skin in twine as a glassy substance shards it's way into their body. 

 

The nameless screams unheard, their brightend skin now dull and fade, engorged by the florescent tone of the pumping liquid - their blood pours yet they still breath, as their eyes turn a white before collapsing in on itself as a hole births branches reaching 15ft upwards towards the sky. 

 

The forest has claimed another..

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