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    The Plague Pt.3 [solo]

    Lester Drynedi
    Lester Drynedi

    Gentleman florist


    Gentleman florist

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    Post by Lester Drynedi 5th January 2018, 1:36 pm



    Lester Drynedi C Rank Black Rose

    The Plague Pt.3

    Quite a sight lay before him, earlier he had been relaxing at the local tavern happily blending in with the locals like a cute little daisy he had looked just like the rest, bottoms up another little glass stacked on the table each little wildflower of a person acting as if he were their Messiah, that was until a distressed woman had barged into the scene. Glasses askew and a barrage of blood hued hair behind her Lester had been seeked out and latched onto with the green eyes which he felt embodied mid spring. Jerked out of his state of euphoria she had splintered words out like a stray seed pod bursting in the middle of nowhere.Jus at the edge of town an odd catastrophe had taken root, whilst it wasn't too bad he knew that if left to rampage something like this could affect the nation. the glass rolled on its side, abandoned by the youthful owner as he had blurred from the tavern in a rush of green and white. A stunned female, unaware masses and empty alcohol bottles was the scene which lester had left only to arrive to a fantasy like world of purple glows and creatures which had morphed into something extraterrestrial. Whilst a small battle raged over in a courtyard it looked like the towns fighters had the pigs under control whilst some feathered unfried chicken was laying waste to the exterior of a marriage boutique. Considering using his bow and arrows the Black rose guild member decided against it, straying into the darkness for a moment he noted down four chickens, purple sludge slid of one, splattering to the ground ruining a clean white dress which had somehow been dragged out through a broken display window. He had little knowledge as to why a wedding store was in such a small village however when it came to the odd village of beanstalk he had figured questions should be kept to a minimum.  

    Sneaking up behind one he managed to slice through its down back without it noticing, grabbing the ball like head he flung it with great force and shocking accuracy towards the second feathered monstrosity which for some reason keeled over. Slight clovers began to bloom in the immediate area, each one held four leaves to its face. His moments of shock and gratitude to the green powers within him shuddered to a halt as the remaining duo of beaked and clawed individuals scampered towards him. their shredding asics beat down his ability of forests gratitude leaving it to go into a cooldown phase just as the third clawed beast took his knife to its body and failed to be resurrected by whatever god it believed in. Ankle burning from the first wound he had sustained out of anger he grabbed the plump purple thing by its neck and slammed it into a fake wedding cake, the carefully crafted object crumpling under the weight of a teenager and purple infected barn animal. After being stabbed through with some fancy cutlery from the display section he stretched back. Mind blank his hands cleaned on a passing skirt. With the sun setting overhead his teeth clenched in anger, perhaps there was 20 minutes left of sunlight.

    Boots softly scuffed on the cobbles sweet sounds of autumn fungi and regrowth conveyed through a low hum, earthy feelings of decaying leaves and rich earth empowered him to help reclaim the town from whatever had infested it. From where he had wandered from a satanic bear barrelled around the corner, he would have been less surprised if a cloaked man had been riding it. The purple substance had caused the bears back to crack open as if it were a rock, tiny mushrooms emitted a fowl glow as if the entire being were ridden with parasites. Eyes wide the youth was glad he had some distance between him and the bear as he dropped pollination dust in his wake before scampering onto the roof of a single story cottage. The bear although not paralyzed Lester knew that the simplistic spell would have left some affects, a little row of terraces two story and stone stood beside the little cottage in the street. Perhaps it was a moment to get creative?

    Ten arrows to start with, the bear still confused by the pollon left behind the mutated spawn of hell's brain confounded by a simple spell it took mere seconds to quick fire the first five arrows. They didn't sink in deep, two of them missed entirely as the bear was flailing around. Taking a knee he got to release four mour straight into the bear's chest before it barraged into him, the cottage shook, mushrooms sprung everywhere as he could almost feel the sharp leaf life claws slicing him up. The first hit he remained unscathed thankfully to sheltered sprout. Clambering over the ridge of the roof his leg unable to handle the second attack even with the use of Forests gratitude. Gashed open it pained him a little however the bear had trouble reaching him due to the structure which separates the two dropping a petal storm to confuse the creature and let him escape once again Lester's eyes narrowed. The situation he was in did not bode well for a supportive mage. Moving closer he lent against the wall of the two story next to the roof he stood on, soothing nectar healing up most of what he had lost. Badly cut stone and perfectly placed windows allowed him a route up as he cast life vine. The bear caught in his vine trap Lester's body moved with great speed being exerted as he swung the bear into the building whilst sucking the hp out from the bear and into himself.

    The bear perished after a building collapsed on it. Having returned to his original drinking space they had discussed the events deep into the night before he had fallen asleep on the table.




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