Role

Chapter 3

Searing pain rackeded her body and she recoiled against a spiraling ramp of thorns
that seemed too green,too vibrant. She would have fallen to the ground if not for
the strange magic that suddenly held her rigid.

The one they called Yegrut had came out of nowhere as she rested, waiting for the
return of her magistrate warrior companion in their continued assault against the
inner tree. His assault was relentless and left no time for action as her body
failed to respond to her most basic commands and instincts.

Suddenly she was falling forward, and in horror, could not even reach out her hands
to break the fall as she landed with a sickening thud on a spiral ramp that seemed so
hard and cold. How odd... to feel pain and be unable to even recoil from it. One
arm was grotesquely twisted underneath her while her eyes were left staring straight
ahead into the tree of ages itself.

The one thing not rigid was the blood that spilled from her body as she was left
and forced to stare straight ahead unmoving across the pool and the strange wild-elf
woman who chanted her mantras. Oddly, unattended and in a pool of the strangest
ooze and substance she had ever seen was an array of weapons and armor in various
states of repair.

Yegrut uttered an incantation wretching her organs and with it bringing the final
bit of darkness to this encounter, but not before the light of an idea flittered
across her mind. A silver lining of profit for her and the spire, whether or not
the outlanders would play a willing part.