The crawlspace opens into a narrow corridor of root-webbed stone. The cracked ward behind Xarsthos throbs weakly, and the broken seal in his chest answers with a hot, restless pulse.
Ahead, the darkness stains itself with чуж? no, with black iron smoke. The warlord's influence creeps over the walls like frost, and the passage groans as if something large is forcing its way through the village's bones.
The Hooded Figure
There, do you feel it? He presses from the other side. If you mean to save Oakhaven, you must answer with the ward now.
Xarsthos plants his feet and lifts a hand toward the dim stone, drawing on the ward's unstable force. The air crackles around his arm, then surges forward in a hard, golden pulse.
The blast strikes the corridor's far end. Stone splinters, smoke peels back, and a shape beyond the opening falters under the impact, giving Xarsthos a clear path to the village walls.
The Hooded Figure
Good. Now move. The warlord comes for the breach, and you meet him before he reaches the heart of the village.
“I head to meet the Warlord and his army. Eyes glowing, i yell across "come if you dare! But know you will die today!!"”
SUCCESS (Fair Agility, rolled +2)