Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180424210648

(Gethin) The potency of the cursed sword is not lost on Tirush, and aside from never leaving her prey, she won't chance that blade being used on someone else. She also knows that her prey is immortal, and it will be a battle of attrition, to see who will be worn out first. The thrill of a worthy foe ripples through her body for but an instant.

The next, she vaults through the air, her embered hands together in a pair of fists, trailing sparks and flame. With a bellow she comes down on the tree, shattering wood and flesh, flaming shrapnel blasting out like a bomb.

(BT) The dagger sinks in with preternatural speed, eagerly seeking flesh, and sinks in like a hot knife into butter. Normally such a wound wouldn't stop Marcus, but the blade suddenly shrieks with malevolence, the miasma bursting into black tentacles that writhe and gnaw, piercing the Wardog's body and drinking his life force. Jorge can see the terrible corruption that he's seen firsthand as it begins its evil feeding...

And then Tirush makes the tree explode. Marcus is showered with a hundred burning wooden blades that pepper his back, his own body mostly shielding Jorge. The concussion knocks them both over, making Marcus lose his grip as he is blasted and sending Jorge into a backwards tumble.