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[centre][h2][b]Francesco Dimani - South Moor[/b][/h2][/centre]

Francesco took a long drag from his Mystic Code, savoring the aroma of the burning magical herbs. His eyes swept over his garden, admiring the handywork of a single half day.

A thick carpet of Vampire Vines covered the ground as far as the eye could see, neatly hidden under what for someone not knowledgable on magical botany might have seemed like normal grass but which was actually the cursed Hungry Grass, bulbous bright red and white plants hid rows upon rows of teeth and fire spitting maws, scattered seemingly at random all around the cottage. Planted among the various plants if one were to pay attention they could spot some milky white blooms, the legendary Moly standing humbly among the lesser plants, while closer to the home many sweet smelling trees could be found, bearing plump fruits that seemed to be inviting anyone who noticed them to partake in their sweetness. Finally, behind the house, other mundane trees could be found alongside various "medicinal" plants and a patch of what looked like white roses.

[i]Guess it's time to begin.[/i] Francesco took another drag from his pipe, activating his Circuits as he did so.

His consciousness shifted, wakefulness left him but he did not fall asleep, his body remained upright, his eyes fluttered as his mind expanded past his human form. Much like one of his plants his mind rooted itself to his surroundings, touching the wards he'd erected during the day, al the plants and other living beings around him, even brushing against his Servant, noting the line that tied them together.

[i]Let's do this.[/i] First he "grabbed" the wards then carefully "tied" them together with most of the Molys, their resistance to magic spreading and forming a protective perimeter that would hinder any Master and Servant that tried to intrude, then he touched the patch of white "roses" in the back of his house, tying them to himself.

[i]Only one thing left.[/i] This time his mind reached nearer, under his own clothes, for his oldest companion who stirred slightly in response to the probe, a wordless question being transmitted trough their connection. [i]I've got something for you Attis.[/i] The amalgam responded with the closest thing to delight it could produce and set itself on the plants that Francesco pointed him at. One of the Lotus trees was consumed in less than a second, the plant monster expanding to quickly consume his meal, some of his tentacles reached towards one of the Piranha Plants not giving it any time to defend itself before it was assimilated, even quicker he gobbled up a Moly, some of the white "roses", a patch of Hungry Grass and Vampire Vine and some of the "medicinal" herbs.

A shiver ran trough his form as he made his way back to his master, his form shifting wildly as he accomodated his new mutations before reverting to his initial form and slithering under Francesco's clothes. A sense of contentedness was transmitted trough their bond which made the smoking magus smile in amusement before he shook his head.

He turned his head to his Servant. [color=39b54a]"Well Strategist, I'm all ready to go. Time to begin this War."[/color]