It was a tossup whether Maea's chakram or her creative curses were more effective on the feisty foliage. Maybe it was the combination that severed root from vine and leaf from stem with swift and merciless efficiency, but the brambles were no match for her combination of armor and determination to reach her friend. They fell apart beneath her assault, reluctantly parting to let her through - but parting all the same.
Thalassa was wise to secure her face shield to prevent the spores from sneaking into her lungs, but she couldn't protect her eyes from the dancing motes that wafted around Tal. As she came up to his side she would find several landing with a vague flutter and itch on and around her eyes, causing her to tear up. Their hallucinatory effect was mostly blocked, but enough of their chemicals seeped in to affect her vision for the next full minute. It would be hard to aim or focus on anything as the world became blurred and filled with a strange multicolored haze that reduced everything around her to vague shapes and shadows moving through a rainbow mist.
"Wh... what's..." Tal shook his head, blinking rapidly to try and clear his own eyes. He pushed his Goggles up to rub at them, and when he looked over to the first garbled voice that called to him he swore loudly and stumbled back. "Fuck! Look out, Thal! No one said anything about Wicker Women!" He grabbed for a weapon on his belt and - thankfully for everyone involved - his hand fell on the handle of an axe instead of his Dagger. He drew it and waved it... well. More or less in Maea's direction, though his wild eyes didn't seem to be quite focusing right either as he tried to push Thalassa behind him.
Maea is free from the brambles and currently the only member of their party unaffected by the spores!
Thalassa is experiencing mild hallucinatory effects on her vision, but can still think clearly and has her other senses!
Tal is hallucinating from the spores' poison, but at least recognizes Thalassa! He seems to think that Maea is a Wicker Woman, however. Oops?
No posting order!
Thalassa was wise to secure her face shield to prevent the spores from sneaking into her lungs, but she couldn't protect her eyes from the dancing motes that wafted around Tal. As she came up to his side she would find several landing with a vague flutter and itch on and around her eyes, causing her to tear up. Their hallucinatory effect was mostly blocked, but enough of their chemicals seeped in to affect her vision for the next full minute. It would be hard to aim or focus on anything as the world became blurred and filled with a strange multicolored haze that reduced everything around her to vague shapes and shadows moving through a rainbow mist.
"Wh... what's..." Tal shook his head, blinking rapidly to try and clear his own eyes. He pushed his Goggles up to rub at them, and when he looked over to the first garbled voice that called to him he swore loudly and stumbled back. "Fuck! Look out, Thal! No one said anything about Wicker Women!" He grabbed for a weapon on his belt and - thankfully for everyone involved - his hand fell on the handle of an axe instead of his Dagger. He drew it and waved it... well. More or less in Maea's direction, though his wild eyes didn't seem to be quite focusing right either as he tried to push Thalassa behind him.
Maea is free from the brambles and currently the only member of their party unaffected by the spores!
Thalassa is experiencing mild hallucinatory effects on her vision, but can still think clearly and has her other senses!
Tal is hallucinating from the spores' poison, but at least recognizes Thalassa! He seems to think that Maea is a Wicker Woman, however. Oops?
No posting order!
