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Schilva dealt the killing blow.
Flashy would be a complete understatement to the way he declared how it would die among the flying sparks and diametrically dancing storms both he and the Thundermane created between each other. Like two pieces of clothing generating intense static and letting it all out at once. A slice of its heart, and a strike of lightning.
Then silence.
A look around at the other, the pyromancer would find the paradise that Jin had created with his own maneuver, and he couldn't help but look back forward at the two of them. Standing there, triumphant. They looked so fucking cool. Fantasy characters who could take on dangerous monsters like a Thunderlion, give it their all in a string of powerful actions and stand over it like a champion in the boxing ring after it all. Jester had said almost exactly what he was thinking. They all made it look so easy. Meanwhile, he was left catching his breath, waiting for the warmth of his heart to return to his fingers. What the hell was the deal with that anyway? Ilusa's healing always helped deal with it quickly, her rejuvenating force was like a wave of fresh air washing down his spine and spreading throughout his body.
Another crack of lightning made his head snap to the source. Ready to redraw his weapons and gut this Lightning-boy if needed. Instead, it was just Jester, her own pent up electricity connecting with what remained of the lions. He took a step forward out of worry, only for her to laugh, and finish the rhyme. He couldn't help the stifled, huffing breaths of laughter that she seemed to infect him with. It was hard not to at the way she so easily recovered from being literally struck by electric flow, and still came up smiling.
It was lost on the man, Ilusa's seeming want to hurry along in her tone. Never one to be able to read between the lines now. And just happy that Seto was swift his blade at cutting up the meat. Not even needing to look at his hunger meter to know the feeling of it being drained more and more.
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They made it safely to the cave. Zelrius was quick to crouch down blast a fire out of his hand around some kicked together kindling. Having some leaves and twigs left over in his inventory since his recent trip to Rosetta, and its snow covered mountain tops in Providence. That made it easy to get a small fire going, and finally, find some time to rest. He sat down, crossing his legs in front of the fire. His back to the rest of the cave, facing outward to the entrance.
From his inventory, a small flip notebook of parchment that he had purchased from the Adventurer's Guild. The front of it titled
You Can't Remember Everything. He began humming a tune to himself, flipping through the pages. Glossing over the notes made, and crude, almost stick figure drawings of different kinds of slimes, or the various races of greenskins, of the blood-insects, and what he remembered of a massive insect Matron that nearly killed them all. A very soft, quiet tone coming from him.
"
New Blood joins this earth, It-" He stopped, clearing his throat. That song wasn't good for the mood, though it was a classic. There were robots around, reminding him of a book he had read when he was a kid. "
Our receptors withness gloooryy," Maybe that was too edgy, and really, didn't even make sense. Stopping those lyrics just short. Finally flipping to an open page of his notes. At the top of the page, his left hand reached forward with his piece of charcoal. A way to make the letters at the top of each page bold.
THUNDERMANE
Still trying to hum and figure out the right song for himself. The sounds of
@Jin and
@Jester preparing to cook the meat behind him, the imagery of a cutting board. Without realizing it, an older song came to mind, and his lips moved. Vocal chords instinctively following the slow, dry pitch he remembered it in.
"
I know, I know - The sun is hot. Mosquitos come to suck your blood. And leave you there all alone." Continuning to write below now with a pencil. About the storm the Thundermane created after he had exhausted it using his pyromancy.
"Just skin and bone. When you walk among the trees. Listening to the leaves." Couldn't help but smile to himself at the irony of the next lyrics as he sang them to himself.
"The further I go, the less I know. - the less I know." The smile faded, his writing getting faster, trying to recall every detail of the monster they fought he could remember.
"Where will you run? Where will you hide? Lullabies to Paralyze. Fat and soft, pink and weak, foot and thigh - tongue and cheek." Here they were, about to eat a creature who was otherwise living its own life. A Vicious cycle of time.
"You know, I am told they swallow you whole. Skin and bone." Flipping to the next small page.
"
Cutting boards, and hanging hooks. Bloody knives; cooking books. Promising you won't feel a thing at all. Swallow and chew, eat you alive. All of us food that has not yet died." That was the solace he took in the grim reality.
"And the knife says:" He stopped for a moment, tapping his foot to keep the tempo going. Ten, twenty, then thirty seconds went by. His humming picking up, matching that of horns picking up, heralding something darker. Then they gave away back to spoken words.
"Simmering, pick and pluck. Tenderize, bones to dust. The sweetest grease, the finest meat you'll ever taste." Too embarrassed with himself to echo the 'taste, taste' part of that song.
"So you scream, whine and yell. Supple sounds of the dinner bell. We all will feed the worms and trees. So - Don't be shy. Swallow and chew. Eat you alive. All of us food that hasn't died." Just one part of it all. Reading the name at the top of this page one last time.
THUNDERMANE. He closed his eyes, and shut the notebook.
Inspire
4d6 (3 + 6 + 4 + 2) = 15
+15 to 3 targets' checks @Jin @Jester
Harmonic Magic | Zelrius | 1235 | Zel straight singin a song
