[ wherever Kaeya chooses to strike, the blade will sink into the bark-like skin of the Dryad's half-formed body; it exhales a shuddering, creaking noise that grates the ears and sounds almost like a scream--
the enclosure of thick vines that constitute the walls of their make-shift prison begins undulating as if in an expression of the creature's pain. and then... all at once, everything goes terribly, hauntingly still. sap oozes, bubbles from the wound, dripping down the length of the blade.
yet, their captivity remains intact...
Loremaster note: please continue the thread! A PM will be going out to the necessary party with more details. ]
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the enclosure of thick vines that constitute the walls of their make-shift prison begins undulating as if in an expression of the creature's pain. and then... all at once, everything goes terribly, hauntingly still. sap oozes, bubbles from the wound, dripping down the length of the blade.
yet, their captivity remains intact...
Loremaster note: please continue the thread! A PM will be going out to the necessary party with more details. ]