SUFFER MORTALS
Characters: Sindragosa, EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO BE INVOLVED.
Location: The Forest, then the Village, then finally the Temple.
Time: Around 2pm on the 17th August.
Brief Summary: Sindragosa arrives in Demeleier. She's not happy.
Rating: PG-15. There will be death in this entry!
Format: All of my initial posts will be in prose. If [action] is more comfortable for you, just tag in with it and I'll respond in kind!
Notes: Here is the first plotting post. It contains a list of Sindragosa's abilities. The summary details the basics of what's going down.
There was blackness.
And, strangely, heat.
Sindragosa stirred.
Her vision blurred and whirled for a moment as colour and light flooded into her awareness. The stench of pure, growing life clogged her senses and choked her. She hissed, and the sound was long and deadened against the thick canopy of green and gold.
Something rustled and cracked in the undergrowth. Eyes narrowed, she squinted at the creature. Half-human, half-goat, horned and - a satyr. Were demons responsible for this? Was this creature’s master so stupid as to send it out to check on her? Her hiss rose to a full-throated screech and she wrenched herself upwards. Her tail smashed into a tree behind her, causing a low, groaning and creaking rustle of movement all around her.
More Satyrs flooded out from the gaps in the trees, followed by dirty, wild looking men. All around her, the trees began to press in. Roots ripped up and twined around her. Branches thudded against her, vines crept across her back and wings.
“Fools!“ She screamed it, half a roar, half a shriek. “You think this will hold me?!” She roared again and swiped out with her claws. Hot sprays of blood froze in mid-air and beaded to the ground little rubies. Sap bubbled and burst, wood splintered, screams rose. The clearing shrank as more of the trees moved, trying to pen her in, trying to crush her. She opened her mouth and blasted those in front of her with her freezing breath, taking some mild satisfaction in the way they tumbled, froze, withered and died. She slashed at others and slammed her tail against the ones behind her. The grip around her wings shattered, and, crouching, she spread them before launching into the air, her scream going before her.
Location: The Forest, then the Village, then finally the Temple.
Time: Around 2pm on the 17th August.
Brief Summary: Sindragosa arrives in Demeleier. She's not happy.
Rating: PG-15. There will be death in this entry!
Format: All of my initial posts will be in prose. If [action] is more comfortable for you, just tag in with it and I'll respond in kind!
Notes: Here is the first plotting post. It contains a list of Sindragosa's abilities. The summary details the basics of what's going down.
There was blackness.
And, strangely, heat.
Sindragosa stirred.
Her vision blurred and whirled for a moment as colour and light flooded into her awareness. The stench of pure, growing life clogged her senses and choked her. She hissed, and the sound was long and deadened against the thick canopy of green and gold.
Something rustled and cracked in the undergrowth. Eyes narrowed, she squinted at the creature. Half-human, half-goat, horned and - a satyr. Were demons responsible for this? Was this creature’s master so stupid as to send it out to check on her? Her hiss rose to a full-throated screech and she wrenched herself upwards. Her tail smashed into a tree behind her, causing a low, groaning and creaking rustle of movement all around her.
More Satyrs flooded out from the gaps in the trees, followed by dirty, wild looking men. All around her, the trees began to press in. Roots ripped up and twined around her. Branches thudded against her, vines crept across her back and wings.
“Fools!“ She screamed it, half a roar, half a shriek. “You think this will hold me?!” She roared again and swiped out with her claws. Hot sprays of blood froze in mid-air and beaded to the ground little rubies. Sap bubbled and burst, wood splintered, screams rose. The clearing shrank as more of the trees moved, trying to pen her in, trying to crush her. She opened her mouth and blasted those in front of her with her freezing breath, taking some mild satisfaction in the way they tumbled, froze, withered and died. She slashed at others and slammed her tail against the ones behind her. The grip around her wings shattered, and, crouching, she spread them before launching into the air, her scream going before her.