Shu

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Tea

Come into my Parlor… 💀

Larafan was quite taken aback at seeing the human burst forth from the smoky chamber up to the ceiling. The tentacles had shown her opponent to be resourceful but she had not anticipated something such as this. Worse yet he was now in a position to mark her location. She doubted he could see her in a split moment due to the thickness of the fog, but he would have less trouble certainly. Not to mention he now also held a good point to attack from.

The skeletons shambled about in the midst of the fog, flailing their weapons in futility as they craned their necks up at their target. Larafan could hold the control of the skeletons for a long time if need be. If anything they would dissuade the human from dropping back down into the chamber and keep him aerial. While the airborne vantage point did give Larafan’s opponent a good edge it also had a downside. For now he was a moving target, a fly to be swatted by her magic.

With a smirk Larafan prepared to cast again, drawing on her magic and invoking a conjuration spell. Even if it didn’t outright kill or even ground the human it would make maneuvering harder and give her breathing room for further casting. Focusing her focal point in the middle of the chamber and directing her undead to clear the area, she drew forth a cloud of daggers. A swirling vortex of hundreds of spiraling blades that would lacerate any who drew near. Larafan doubted the human would venture too close but the purpose was to force him to pour more focus into maneuvering and less on locating and attacking her.

The chamber was filled with the whistling sound of a thousand or more glinting blades hurtling through the air in a tornado of death. Keeping her eyes still on the tentacles off to her right Larafan took up position in low spot in the chamber, waiting for the right moment to attack directly. She would wait for her opponent to either be thrown off balance or severely injured trying to navigate the already crowded cave ceiling while also dodging a literal storm of blades. If he tried to land he would be forced to engage with her undead minions thus giving her the moment to deliver a crippling or killing strike.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for being in ghost mode.

Gif the User

Come into my Parlor… 💀

The faint wet splatting sound of the tentacle striking stone made the Drow woman’s ears perk up. She knew not at first what had been thrown but it had landed off to her right, rather close in fact though not near enough to see. She soon realized what the human had done when her queried gaze was met with the sight of a long, writing black tentacle stretching upward from the cave floor. Followed by another, and then several more.

With a sudden lunge the nearest tentacle sprang forward reaching out for Larafan. Eyes wide she hopped backward avoiding it’s grab for her legs, the elongated feeler then jutting upward reaching for her torso. Once again she dodged though just barely, nearly losing her footing. Her eyes constantly darted to the side half expecting her foe to come bursting from the fog but he did not. The Drow’s swift dexterity all that spared her from being snagged.

Sure that she was now out of reach from the still writhing magical appendages Larafan turned her attention fully toward the center of the chamber which remained concealed by the heavy fog. Teeth gritted she took to her staff again, raising it high as it hummed a sickly green light spreading over it. Pouring her focus into her spell and muttering the needed incarnation, a bright flash followed by a wave of energy rolled outward from the necromancer’s staff.

A rustling could be heard on the far end of the chamber, as well as the clanking and rattling of rusted metal followed by the scraping of boots against the stone.

ANIMATE DEAD

Nine skeletons risen by Larafan’s dark magic came shuffling forth through the fog. Summoned to serve which in this instance was to flay the invasive human alive. “Shear the hide from his body and bring me his head!” Larafan shouted as the nine undead spread their ranks as they ventured into the center of the chamber, hollow eyes immune to the dark itself searched through the fog as the resurrected minions kept their swords and rusted shields at the ready.

The Drow sorceress glanced back at the still moving appendages off to her right before stepping further in the opposite direction as there no sense in accidentally wandering into them out of monetary lack of focus.

Gif the User

Word association Game!

Lubricant

Deify

God of Think Mark Meme Variants

Deify

God of The Nine Hundredth Post.

Deify

God of the East Coast - the Sword of the Atlantic at his hip.