Like ALCATRAZ but with ELVES.
[Nashrath is pacing just on the edge of the clearing, between the inn and the stables. She glares into the dark of the trees before stretching her arms to call on the spirits - she hums with power for a few moments, jaw set, before she seems to twist into nothing in a flash of white-blue.
A translucent spirit darts off into the woods.
...And, a few moments later, a pissed-off looking ghost wolf, lips pulled back in a snarl, darts back into the clearing through the garden, skidding to a halt somewhere near where it started and promptly poofing back into a pissed-off looking shaman.
She narrows her eyes at the innocent-looking, if slightly foggy forest. Birds chirp cheerfully. Nash finds herself hating every last one of them.
Suddenly, she turns, slowly pacing back to the inn and emerging a few minutes later with a long coil of rope. She ties one end around a smaller tree and heads back into the mist with the rest of the coil, unfurling as she goes.
She walks out of the other side, and runs out of rope somewhere near the fountain. She stares incredulously at the branch the beginning is tied to and tugs sharply on her end - the branch twitches.]
NOT possible.
[The orc lets her eyes flutter closed and seems to channel something - she grows completely still except for the faint rise and fall of her chest...
...and gasps sharply as the channel is broken abruptly. Far Sight vs. Dragon-forged spell barriers = not really a contest.]
Rrrrrrr...DAMMIT!
[Anybody else have any bright ideas?]
A translucent spirit darts off into the woods.
...And, a few moments later, a pissed-off looking ghost wolf, lips pulled back in a snarl, darts back into the clearing through the garden, skidding to a halt somewhere near where it started and promptly poofing back into a pissed-off looking shaman.
She narrows her eyes at the innocent-looking, if slightly foggy forest. Birds chirp cheerfully. Nash finds herself hating every last one of them.
Suddenly, she turns, slowly pacing back to the inn and emerging a few minutes later with a long coil of rope. She ties one end around a smaller tree and heads back into the mist with the rest of the coil, unfurling as she goes.
She walks out of the other side, and runs out of rope somewhere near the fountain. She stares incredulously at the branch the beginning is tied to and tugs sharply on her end - the branch twitches.]
NOT possible.
[The orc lets her eyes flutter closed and seems to channel something - she grows completely still except for the faint rise and fall of her chest...
...and gasps sharply as the channel is broken abruptly. Far Sight vs. Dragon-forged spell barriers = not really a contest.]
Rrrrrrr...DAMMIT!
[Anybody else have any bright ideas?]