The sound hit first—a low groan that felt like the forest itself was turning in its sleep. Then came the movement. Roots shifted underfoot, rain-slick mud pulling like it wanted to keep him there. Damien steadied himself with a hand on a tree trunk, eyes narrowing toward the clearing ahead.
He wasn’t alone. Shapes moved through the rain; some familiar, most not. He caught sight of Hawthorn among them, that faint, grounding recognition in a place that didn’t much care for strangers. The rest were strangers to him, but the kind that looked like they’d seen trouble before. Good.
The thing clawing its way from the muck didn’t look like anything a man could reason with. Too big, too wrong, its form slipping between shapes like it hadn’t made up its mind about being alive. When he noticed the smaller globs forming into half-creatures, his jaw set and he loaded a bolt into his crossbow.
He kept a wide berth and steadied his breath. He could wait for it to come to them.
Damien arrives with a backpack containing food/water and rope, a small shovel, Brambleshot [crossbow], and an axe on his belt. Aria is not present.
Damien loads a bolt into his crossbow and waits, trying to give the mud monsters a wide berth.
Brambleshot | A sturdy wooden crossbow strung with reinforced sinew. Fires leafy vines that can coil around a target to restrain them harmlessly. Has a range of 10ft. Requires a STR check on a successful hit to see if the target is grappled.
Type: Grey | Style: Defensive | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
He wasn’t alone. Shapes moved through the rain; some familiar, most not. He caught sight of Hawthorn among them, that faint, grounding recognition in a place that didn’t much care for strangers. The rest were strangers to him, but the kind that looked like they’d seen trouble before. Good.
The thing clawing its way from the muck didn’t look like anything a man could reason with. Too big, too wrong, its form slipping between shapes like it hadn’t made up its mind about being alive. When he noticed the smaller globs forming into half-creatures, his jaw set and he loaded a bolt into his crossbow.
He kept a wide berth and steadied his breath. He could wait for it to come to them.
Damien arrives with a backpack containing food/water and rope, a small shovel, Brambleshot [crossbow], and an axe on his belt. Aria is not present.
Damien loads a bolt into his crossbow and waits, trying to give the mud monsters a wide berth.
Brambleshot | A sturdy wooden crossbow strung with reinforced sinew. Fires leafy vines that can coil around a target to restrain them harmlessly. Has a range of 10ft. Requires a STR check on a successful hit to see if the target is grappled.
Type: Grey | Style: Defensive | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
