Location:
Llobrokor Mountains
[@VitaVitaAR][@Pyromania99]
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“Hmhm, I can…but I can’t guarantee he’d want to see you.” The giant replied with a small frown. “Some wild little humans ‘ave been causing us a bit of trouble. Little rascals.” She seemed more amused than anything at the mention of this. “Ah, maybe you guys could help with that. Some of them ran off with an heirloom of his or somethin.”

“Oh, you finally understand how great I am?” Wisp retorted, eagerly grabbing the honey bread that was offered. “Very well, let me just-” She’d quickly devour the honey bread, a look of pure bliss plastered on her face as she’d devour the bread. “-finish that one. Ahem, now watch and be amazed!” Wisp would take the stick offered to her into her hands. She’d bring a claw to the bark, slowly scratching a few small runes onto the stick. Fio could see them, but she couldn’t quite read them. They were far older and far more ancient than any human used runes. 

As the fairy worked her magic, the twig began twisting just slightly. Not breaking or cracking, just…twisting. Bowing in the center without a hint of effort or outside force. She would then proceed to grab either end of the stick with her hands. One pulled, starting to elongate the stick like a piece of dough but a quick check would reveal it was still very much a normal, mundane twig.

A few more motions with her hand would drag out more little points on the stick…it was almost as if the little fey was molding the stick like clay into whatever shape she wanted.

“Heheh, amazed? This is easy, low level fey magic. Any fairy worth their wings can manipulate reality like this. I could show you some illusion magic, too! Or maybe you'd be interested in how I could make the inside of this jar bigger than it is on the outside? Or maybe…you’d be interested in a curse or two? I can still turn you into a little frog...also can I keep this stick? I won’t use it to break out, promise!”


[@Crimson Paladin][@BrokenPromise]
Location
Harzel Plains
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The drakes claws lashed out, Reinhardt reacting fast enough to Luana’s warning and aid that the drakes claw smashed against the acorns. Thick roots immediately sprouting, coiling around the beasts claws, up its long, slender forearms towards its elbows.

“Hmm….one of…clan of purifiers…?” The beast grumbled, but he’d soon find Reinhardt’s hand grabbing its non tangled claw, a powerful jab delivered right to the beasts face causing it to hiss and recoil in pain as Reinhardt thus grabbed it by the horns, dragging its face to the ground before attempting to wrestle the beast, holding it for Ethelred to deliver a hopefully fatal blow.