RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
Ray had taken a trip down to the Undergrove in search of any useful herbs. Hopefully she'd find some new ones to experiment with, new resources and remedies for the coming war. The herbalist had stumbled upon a blushberry bush and was harvesting a few of the berries into a pouch when she felt a poke. Glancing up, she went wide-eyed to see a vine poking her. Ray put a hand out in curiosity, smiling softly when the sentient vine curled around her fingers. The plant then froze and pointed behind her urgently
Turning around, Ray groaned. Vampire gourds, a trio of them. Reaching over, she patted the vine gratefully and then glared at the pumpkins. Drawing her dagger she grit her teeth. "Well?" Like they'd been waiting for the cue, the gourds surged forward. The Attuned slashed one in half before smacking another away with her elbow. It seemed like she'd have to postpone her gathering for now.
Turning around, Ray groaned. Vampire gourds, a trio of them. Reaching over, she patted the vine gratefully and then glared at the pumpkins. Drawing her dagger she grit her teeth. "Well?" Like they'd been waiting for the cue, the gourds surged forward. The Attuned slashed one in half before smacking another away with her elbow. It seemed like she'd have to postpone her gathering for now.
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
