Conall - Assualting Amnon (9/3)

[11:54] "Hiiiiiiiiiiiii."

From trees, the voice seems to come from the very roots, above, below, from the bark itself. A shadow walks in, quiet, and a daemon can be heard glubbing by his master's side. Small leaves are falling and jagged teeth can be seen, forming a smile.

"Is of wanting to be seeing your face."
(Conall Revels)
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[11:56] "Wanting...to see my face?"

The hooded boy quite litterly looked around for the sound if the voice before blinking and turning to the sound of...glubbing?

Tilting head to the side once more before missing the question the tree person asked in general.

"Are...you a living tree?"
(Amnon)
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[12:00] He bobs his head. The thicket was far away from villages. His hands with wooden nails move to his own neck, as if making a sign for removing the hood. His vile smile does not waiver for flicker.

"Is of hunting Oscuri. Is not of seeing before. Will of give time to be of removing hood. Or can be of removing hood for you."

Vines writhe, breaking the layer of skin, and diving back under, like surfacing and resurfacing veins.

"Is of Dryad."
(Conall Revels)
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[12:04] "Uh...question...what's a Dryad? And I'm no Oscuri!...I think...they don't eat mana right?"

Once more the boy turned his head to try and follow the sound of the voice. Maybe a bit drained from fighting a vampire.

"Well...I dont think Oscuri eat mana so I'm not an Oscuri since I eat mana!...That's what momma says anyway."


Still a bit frazzled the boy removed his hood and looked around- no horns visible since he was still sort of young!
(Amnon)
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[12:07] The hood was pulled, revealing a youthful veneer, grey in coloration. For the briefest of moments the voice stops talking. A powerful wave of illusion magic is felt in the air, masking sight for the briefest of moments, and when it passes he stands there, wooden horns bristling from the top of his head and he leans forwards. Half-lidded eyes looks his.

"Of grey skin?" Conall asked. He looked again, closer, now to the eyes. He tried to see if they were red. It did not seem to be. Be backs up.

"Are not of Oscuri. Is of disappointing." He gnashes his teeth, starting to walk to the trees, but stops.

"Was of saying is mana eater?"
(Conall Revels)
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[12:10] "Well....I do eat mana..But I'm trying very hard not too! I dont like the feeling of it.."

The boy gave a slight shrug before turning his gaze upwards towards the stars in the night sky. A small smile on his face.

"I just draw mana from my star!..And eat pork and spicy things!"
(Amnon)
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[12:13] Conall's jagged, vile, gnawed teeth would gnash, becoming a smile. The tips of his lips curled upwards, and his eyes became wide with dialating pupils. A hand with wooden nails came to his staff, bringing it off his back as he cackled.

"Is of mana eater. Was of meeting one before. Is of hating them. Ate of mana, stung for time." His skin becomes more bark-like and he juts the end of it toward the stranger. Small plant-like creatures break from earth, crawling forward at the Neries.

"Will be of capturing. Is thinking will be making of good trophy."
(Conall Revels)
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[12:17] "Orr....not? There's a vampire in the cave I just came from..."

Once more the neries tilted his head to the side before looking at the strange dryad. Where..all dryads like this? A note to mark in his book of things to avoid mostly.

"Well...if your insistent I guess we gotta fight? Doesnt seem like fun though..."

A heavy sigh from the neries before looking at the Dryad and hefting his sword- before litterly just slapping it against his metal arm.
(Amnon)
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[12:23] It becomes hard to breathe.

Flowers choke air out of sky. The fish glubs, spilling water from jagged maw. Becomes hard to see, becomes hard to walk, everything becomes hard and decays. It becomes a small swamp, and the dryad walks forwards and forwards, smiling sadistically.

"Mana drinker will be captured. Will be making of good trophy, yes?"

A sphere is flung to the NEries' stomach, knocking him on his back. Vines are now crawling, trying to catch.
(Conall Revels)
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[12:34] Battoned...


Attacked...


Unfriendly...


Why- why was he attacked? What had his race even done? What had HE done to deserve this?

Not safe to wonder...not safe to roam? Confined forever? Thoughts raced through his head as he took chunks of rocks, bubbles and leaves to the body.

Doing what he could to dodge everything in this whirling mess was...a feat unachievable. A blast of time energy eas flung towards his stomach. Knocking him back and the wind out of his sails as well. While lying there he felt that very same amulet pressing against his skin...it was searing.


Run little neries...run, run, run...Our time to meet as only just begun...

A cold shiver through the neries as he used the tip of his blade to dig into the ground, scratching it from the tip down and leveraging himself upright and with an inhale of swallowing the mana of whatever nearby animals could hold it. A sickening look on the neries face. He really hated eating mana...but here it was needed. And with the mana he drained he took off in a dash of blackened cosmic energy. Likely back to where ever he had come from....but if the dryad noticed? The moon shown with a greater presonce during this fight even as it slowly faded away.
(Amnon)
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