Banned
Ceria shielded herself against the floor against the horrendous scorching, lightning-fast attack from the miniature dragon. How had she missed it up in the front of the room? For a tiny little thing, it certainly had its way with her. That she had not taken into account a flying creature being able to spot her so easily out of cover was frankly embarrassing. The thought of Araerys seeing her so helpless lit a fire in the pure elf's belly and upon the drake finishing its attack, Ceria leapt directly to her feet and drew her bow, ignoring the pain that made her entire body feel boiled.
She instinctively ran into the pew in front of Araerys, as close to the middle aisle as she could get. Seeing Araerys behind her in trouble, Ceria attempted to nock an arrow; this one felt a little different in her hands, almost vibrating a little like the wood wanted to be shot. She looked around for the most important target, finally deciding between two of the magical targets in the front of the church. When one nervous-looking one tried to cast something, Ceria muttered, "Sorry sweetie" under her breath and fired the arrow arcing over the space and pews between them. The strike seemed to strike dead center and true, thorny vines ripping out of the cold marble church floor around the girl's feet and clutching at all parts of her bodice. Ceria didn't know where this had come from, but she suspected that her inner being had attuned itself with that arrow and did not complain one bit.
The vines sprouting from the arrow in the poor girl's esophagus began to wrap around her throat and other limbs and squeeze until she was on her knees and blue in the face. With a final desperate choking gasp and what might have been a sob, the acolyte fell to the floor dead and tears flew freely down Ceria's face as she looked away quickly and toward the back of the church where the rest of her party seemed to be. She had had no control over those vines whatsoever, couldn't make them stop. They just kept on squeezing and squeezing, killing....
@corneredbliss @Turbowraith
She instinctively ran into the pew in front of Araerys, as close to the middle aisle as she could get. Seeing Araerys behind her in trouble, Ceria attempted to nock an arrow; this one felt a little different in her hands, almost vibrating a little like the wood wanted to be shot. She looked around for the most important target, finally deciding between two of the magical targets in the front of the church. When one nervous-looking one tried to cast something, Ceria muttered, "Sorry sweetie" under her breath and fired the arrow arcing over the space and pews between them. The strike seemed to strike dead center and true, thorny vines ripping out of the cold marble church floor around the girl's feet and clutching at all parts of her bodice. Ceria didn't know where this had come from, but she suspected that her inner being had attuned itself with that arrow and did not complain one bit.
The vines sprouting from the arrow in the poor girl's esophagus began to wrap around her throat and other limbs and squeeze until she was on her knees and blue in the face. With a final desperate choking gasp and what might have been a sob, the acolyte fell to the floor dead and tears flew freely down Ceria's face as she looked away quickly and toward the back of the church where the rest of her party seemed to be. She had had no control over those vines whatsoever, couldn't make them stop. They just kept on squeezing and squeezing, killing....
@corneredbliss @Turbowraith