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[color=1dd09e][i][b]Location[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color]The Forest of Doom.
[color=1dd09e][i][b]Interactions[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] McDonald [@Bartimaeus] | Simon [@Prosaic] | Manon [@PatientBean] | Phalko [@CasLink]
[color=1dd09e][i][b]School of Magic[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Abjuration & Evocation
[color=1dd09e][i][b]Items[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] A handful of Nettle
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[color=dimgray] Everybody seemed to be getting along just fine at the edge of the forest, there was something ominous about it. The fog was thick enough that someone could slice it apart with a knife, but Zhalia didn't seem bothered by it, and there was safety in numbers. Stormy chose to follow them in. If nothing else, they wouldn't get turned around and accidentally walk further in with this many people, right? As they all stepped deeper into the fog, Stormy managed to pick up some clumps of nettle that he managed to spot between the tendrils of fog. It felt quieter than anything he had ever witnessed before; The school was usually full of loud children, the coven itself was full of life in its own way, but this? It felt like there was nothing more than five living things in the woods, not a sound or the slightest trace of a disturbance beyond their collective presence. Nothing about it felt [i]off[/i] exactly, just peaceful.

	Just the sounds of their footsteps alone felt louder than usual, like someone was stomping against his ears. As they walked deeper in, the fog was getting too thick to see the ground as it snaked around their legs like liquid water. He wasn't able to find much, but Stormy didn't want to get left behind, so he kept up with them. He heard Zhalia say something, but before he could ask, they were no longer alone. Out from the side of the tree came a black shape, not much bigger than a dog or maybe a wolf. There was little light in the forest at this hour, but its pale eyes were as visible as a full moon through the gloom. And its gaze made Stormy's blood run ice cold the second he locked eyes with it. There were usually two reactions a person had to danger, one was to fight it, and the other was to put distance between it and themselves. Stormy did neither.

A Black Shuck. [i][color=3a8d75]Shit.[/color][/i] He read about magic and all the accompanying subjects about as much as a cat slept- constantly. He rarely ever heard much about these things. [i][color=3a8d75]Okay. Do something. That's a dog. Dogs don't like being threatened, right?[/color][/i] He wanted to turn around and run, but his legs didn't want to move. Instead, he shrunk inwards slightly, keeping his arms folded towards himself, bent down slightly to try and not make any sudden movements. [i][color=3a8d75]What did they do again? They trap you, they kill you if they get you. How? Come on- How? Say something already.[/color][/i] His eyes flicked over to Zhalia, who seemed calm enough that it was like the creature wasn't even there. That certainly made an impression, and helped ease Stormy out of his freeze slightly. [color=3a8d75]She's not scared, how bad is this?[/color]

[color=3a8d75]They drain people, right? Drain. Drain- Do it. Just-[/color] 

Seeing that at least one person was composed in this shook him out of the "freeze" response to do something. One hand went forward in a rushed motion. A soft, sea-green glow came into existence in front of the creature, then another two behind it. The lights solidified into transparent, circular shapes that rang against each other. Across the surface of the disc emerged patterns resembling chains colored black against the green backgrounds. They were shields; of Abjuration magic known as chromatic barriers. Black was the color for Necromancy. Stormy assumed, based on what he could slightly recall, that this thing intended to suck the life out of them, so he tried to cage it in anti-Necromancy shields. There was, of course, the possibility that it could simply leap over them, or smash the shields, since they weren't intended for stopping physical damage, let alone the wrong type of magic; Assuming Abjuration magic could even stand a chance against this thing.

And then Stormy loud out a breath of air. [color=1dd09e]"That's not holding forever."[/color] He said with a voice implying calmness, which betrayed the lack thereof he was still feeling. [color=1dd09e]"What the hell is this thing? What do we do? Anybody?"[/color] He asked the group as a whole, to no one in particular. Normally, he wasn't the type to get scared, but the look in that creature's eyes cut right through him. It felt [i]wrong[/i] to be stared at with those eyes, even as it was still looking at him. It felt even worse to look back.
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