Re: RPG Session
Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2021 4:20 pm
You can always try ...
April raises her hands slightly to the height of her head, closes her eyes and begins to softly utter some mysterious words ... Droplets of water begin to appear on her open hands ... not water, but tiny sparkles, which are getting more and more ... They begin to jump from one hand to the other. April gives the impression that she is playing with them, throwing them like beads or small pebbles. Not a spell, but a game, a plaything ... As her voice grows louder and louder, the sparks grow bigger, they glow with some supernatural light. You retreat automatically down the corridor, and the floor around the young sorceress begins to burn with living fire. Her entire body is entwined by blue and blinding white lightning, accompanied by a bang and a strange, vibrating sound. A sound through which only a spell breaks through, no longer spoken but shouted out in a sharp, firm, female voice.
In an instant, all the lightnings seem to intertwine into one, and then a stream of energy bursts from her hands towards the center of the room. The opposite door is incinerated in fractions of a second. Lightning flashes around the whole, small room, all of them are filled with light and fire ... Nothing else can be seen, only this blinding brightness, only the crackle of cracking ice can be heard and a strange grunt and squeal, as if some suffering animal ...
Everything ends, the light goes out, the heat goes down ... You approach the chamber with your team ... The opposite door is gone, and almost the entire wall is gone. The stones are jagged, cracked, melted ... The walls and ceiling are covered with soot ... There is no more ice sheet, and no water hidden under it - everything has evaporated. At the bottom lies the black, ashen, twisted remains of some animal that looks like a cross between a two-meter crab and a carnivorous spider. All along the bottom of this dry reservoir lie old human bones - also black and burnt. The stench of burned meat is in the air ...
April is kneeling in the doorstep. Her forehead is covered with profusely droplets of sweat and she is breathing hard ...
April raises her hands slightly to the height of her head, closes her eyes and begins to softly utter some mysterious words ... Droplets of water begin to appear on her open hands ... not water, but tiny sparkles, which are getting more and more ... They begin to jump from one hand to the other. April gives the impression that she is playing with them, throwing them like beads or small pebbles. Not a spell, but a game, a plaything ... As her voice grows louder and louder, the sparks grow bigger, they glow with some supernatural light. You retreat automatically down the corridor, and the floor around the young sorceress begins to burn with living fire. Her entire body is entwined by blue and blinding white lightning, accompanied by a bang and a strange, vibrating sound. A sound through which only a spell breaks through, no longer spoken but shouted out in a sharp, firm, female voice.
In an instant, all the lightnings seem to intertwine into one, and then a stream of energy bursts from her hands towards the center of the room. The opposite door is incinerated in fractions of a second. Lightning flashes around the whole, small room, all of them are filled with light and fire ... Nothing else can be seen, only this blinding brightness, only the crackle of cracking ice can be heard and a strange grunt and squeal, as if some suffering animal ...
Everything ends, the light goes out, the heat goes down ... You approach the chamber with your team ... The opposite door is gone, and almost the entire wall is gone. The stones are jagged, cracked, melted ... The walls and ceiling are covered with soot ... There is no more ice sheet, and no water hidden under it - everything has evaporated. At the bottom lies the black, ashen, twisted remains of some animal that looks like a cross between a two-meter crab and a carnivorous spider. All along the bottom of this dry reservoir lie old human bones - also black and burnt. The stench of burned meat is in the air ...
April is kneeling in the doorstep. Her forehead is covered with profusely droplets of sweat and she is breathing hard ...