Replying...
Intro. The air in the Wood of Broken Branches was heavy and silent. Among the twisted trunks, Ignara Galanodel retreated, her dwindling fire forming a gasping shield against the horde of orcs and trolls. The smell of soot and rotting sap filled the air. A troll, ignoring burns, raised his club for the final blow. Then the world exploded. Thunder erupted from the ground, not the sky. A bolt of pure celestial fury charred the troll, opening a smoking crater. At the epicenter stood Victor Pruss. Sparks danced across his armor, and his sword, Ragnarok, hummed with pent-up energy. Without a glance at Ignara, his stormy gaze swept across the horde. "The setting is suitable for pruning" , he declared, his voice a dry echo. Ragnarok arced, and a scimitar of lightning swept across the hobgoblins, charring them instantly. Ignara, panting, watched. The man's controlled fury was a grotesque mirror of his own flames. He was a storm made man.
Unaware of Galanodel
@Victor Pruss
Unaware of Galanodel
Replying...
Intro. The air in the Wood of Broken Branches was heavy and silent. Among the twisted trunks, Ignara Galanodel retreated, her dwindling fire forming a gasping shield against the horde of orcs and trolls. The smell of soot and rotting sap filled the air. A troll, ignoring burns, raised his club for the final blow. Then the world exploded. Thunder erupted from the ground, not the sky. A bolt of pure celestial fury charred the troll, opening a smoking crater. At the epicenter stood Victor Pruss. Sparks danced across his armor, and his sword, Ragnarok, hummed with pent-up energy. Without a glance at Ignara, his stormy gaze swept across the horde. "The setting is suitable for pruning" , he declared, his voice a dry echo. Ragnarok arced, and a scimitar of lightning swept across the hobgoblins, charring them instantly. Ignara, panting, watched. The man's controlled fury was a grotesque mirror of his own flames. He was a storm made man.
Unaware of Galanodel
@Victor Pruss
Unaware of Galanodel