Raem Flips Out

A harpy sporting a top hat and tails briefly appears and then vanishes.

Tristitia says, "Well, damn."

Raising his quarterstaff a foot into the air, Miriew drives its end into the ground with a dull
thud. A flash of incandescent light suddenly manifests to brightly illuminate the surrounding
area.

Tristitia stands before you, glowing brightly.

Tristitia tosses a sparkling cloud of dust over herself, and vanishes little by little into
invisibility.

Miriew gives a pained sigh.

Miriew raises his hand in greeting and says "Hi!"

Raem smirks.

Tristitia says, "Just a friendly sentinel, patrolling for forest fires."

Raem says in a measured voice, "Should have expected you."

Miriew grins and nods.

Tristitia says, "Err..."

Tristitia ceases to wield a Wyvern's Lash in her left hand.

Tristitia ceases to wield a Shield of Absorption in her right hand.

Tristitia begins to wield an ordinary, rustic trident in her left hand.

Raem says in a measured voice, "Okay, don't pull that shit again."

Tristitia says, "Yes, a friendly sentinel coming to fight this druid."

Miriew nods his head slowly, looking very wise.

Miriew says in a bubbly, slightly squeaky voice, "I see!"

Raem gets to his feet slowly, using his staff as a support.

Miriew says in a bubbly, slightly squeaky voice, "Keep it fair then."

Miriew taps his nose knowingly.

Raem rolls his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

Miriew says in a bubbly, slightly squeaky voice, "Well, as fair as can be for fighting."

The corners of Miriew's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

Raem says in a measured voice, "You know I don't have any concept of fairness."

Miriew chuckles long and heartily.

Raem stares implacably at Tristitia.

Tristitia quite fairly begins to immediately charge toward Raem, thrusting her trident in a clumsy
overhand movement. "Time to brawl, druid!"

Raem dodges the clumsy attempt nimbly. He says with a sigh, "not a damn druid."

Raem throws his arms wide and shouts out words of elemental power.

Tendrils of green snake up from the ground, entwining themselves about Raem's feet, ankles, and
thighs.

The vines progress up Raem's torso, growing larger and more numerous all the while. Before long,
they have wrapped their sinuous limbs around his head and he is completely covered in undulating and
thorny vines.

Raem swells in size as the vines send tiny tendrils into his skin, and soon he radiates power. His
transformation into a Viridian is complete.

Miriew moves to the edge of his grove and sits down quietly to observe.

Raem says in a measured voice, "See?"

Tristitia takes the few moments of Raem's physical change to swap her trident for the shield she
wears on her back. She then begins to uncoil her lash, her eyes fixing upon Raem in far too
intense a manner.

Tristitia ceases to wield an ordinary, rustic trident in her left hand.

Tristitia begins to wield a Shield of Absorption in her left hand.

Tristitia begins to wield a Wyvern's Lash in her right hand.

Miriew says quietly in a bubbly, slightly squeaky voice, "Excuse me, best of luck friend."

Miriew grabs hold of a nearby branch and swings up and out of sight into the treetops.

Raem closes his eyes for a moment, breathing in and out in an attempt to stay
calm, but the breaths grow shaky and he clenches his fists. As he opens his eyes ever so slowly,
a dark grin creeps across his face. Long thorned tendrils begin to undulate around his form,
seemingly focused on Tristitia. Without warning, one lashes forward for her throat.

Miriew enters from the southwest, a wyvern reflected in his eyes.

Miriew quietly resumes his position at the edge of the grove.

Tristitia's mesmerizing stare is broken the moment a tendril lashes out toward her. Her shield
held ready in a blocking position, she raises it, keeping it as far from her body as possible.
The move deflects the tendril, and the serpent follows up with a lash of her whip that follows
the receding tendril.

Raem attempts to pull himself out of harm's way, but with the added weight of
his Viridian form is only able to avoid some of the brunt of the damage. He lets out a list of
swears under his breath that you didn't know existed as he grasps his damaged arm. Rage flashes
in his eyes before he lunges forward, quarterstaff in hand, bringing it down fast towards
Tristitia's head.

Raem says in an irritated, unsteady voice, "Told you you don't want to test me."

Tristitia is a lean and lithe creature, easily able to avoid a mortal blow. However, she misses a
step as she evades and takes a heavy hit to her shield shoulder, bruising it enough to make her
let go of the heavy object. She shakes her arm, gripping it and mouthing the word "ow!" while she
slips a dirk into that hand instead and keeps it poised near her torso.

Tristitia says, "Damn, druid. You've a hell of a temper this month, for sure. What's eatin' ya?
The elk?"

Tristitia ceases to wield a Shield of Absorption in her left hand.

Tristitia begins to wield a slender, razor-sharp dirk in her left hand.

Raem glares at Tristitia, seething with rage, obviously unprepared for his blow
to miss his target. Electricity crackles around his form as he fumes. He reaches out a shaky,
vine-wreathed arm and points it at Tristitia, staring directly into Tristitia's eyes. Tendrils
unfurl from beneath him and fling themselves forward to wrap around his target's ankles.

Raem says in an enraged voice, "This really isn't fucking funny."

Tristitia's own eyes widen with alarm at the crackling of electricity. "Tree magic," she spits in
disgust and as the tendrils race toward her ankles, her lash races toward Raem's head in an attempt
to knock his glasses away. Whether or not her lash hits its mark, she trips on the tendrils as
she tries to then leaps backward and falls onto her back.

Glass shatters as Raem's glasses are broken under the force of Tristitia's whip.
He growls menacingly under his breath as he reels from the blow. "You like my 'tree magic', huh?"
he snarls. His vines tighten their grip around Tristitia. The electricity takes physical form as
a ball of energy forms in one hand. He squints at he looks for his target before raising his arms
forward with a sudden movement, attempting to paralyse her with a nasty surge of electrical
energy.

Raem removes a pair of half-moon glasses.

Tristitia further befuddles Raem's attack by leaving behind a brief illusion of herself as she
slips to the side. "Oh, hell. Oh, damn it!" She dashes away a short ways, placing some distance
between the two combatants.

Tristitia says, "Sylvan, please... Please, stop. I'm sorry, I didn't mean-- Where did you get
those? I swear I'll replace them!"


Raem squints towards Tristitia in a not-so-menacing attempt to glare at her. He clenches his fists and

bites his lip, still fuming with rage.

Raem says in an enraged voice, "You come over here. To -MY- friend's grove."

Raem says in an enraged voice, "-YOU- start the fight."

Raem says in an enraged voice, "For -NO- real fucking reason except you think it's fucking funny to

piss off the viney guy."

Raem in an enraged voice, "RIGHT?"

Raem says in an enraged voice, "And now... you're -SORRY-?"

Raem says in an enraged voice, "I don't want your fucking pity."

Tristitia nods weakly, which might be taken as a further insult in light of Raem's difficulty with
sight at the moment.

Raem spits on the ground in disgust.

Raem says in an enraged voice, "Just."

Raem says in an enraged voice, "Just."

Raem quivers with rage.

Tristitia says, "Look, I just wanted to tussle a bit. I didn't want to-- Please let me make it up
to you!"

Raem exclaims in an enraged voice, "JUST GO THE FUCK AWAY, OKAY? NOT IN THE MOOD FOR THIS
BULLSHIT!"

Splashed with the reflected radiance of the stars, Achaea's outermost ring glitters ghostly pale
against the night sky.

Raem whispers angrily to Tristitia in an enraged voice, "You're not welcome in this grove."

Raem says in an enraged voice, "I'll get my own Gods-damned glasses."

Raem scoffs in disgust.

Tristitia shrinks back, appearing quite contrite. She turns toward Miriew with a pleading
expression.

Raem squints his eyes at his fellow adventurers.

Raem says in a shaky voice, "Leave me alone."

Raem says in a shaky voice, "J-just."

Raem says in a shaky voice, "Leave... me alone."

The vines covering the form of the Viridian Raem retreat, revealing his true form.

Raem stumbles out towards the southwest, tripping over a root on the way.