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Location: Wilds of Malakath
Vulpesen let out a growl as he flailed and slashed at the fines, attempting to cut them with his claw like nails. Yet each movement seemed to loop another of the infernal plants around him. He'd long since lost the ability to kick, and his bushy black tail seemed to be going numb from lack of circulation. At the very least, he'd managed to keep the vines away from his neck and right arm. He could breathe and he could struggle. If only struggling didn't lead to his predicament. "Varos! A little help here!"
'Nothing I can do from here, kiddo.' a voice whispered back, audible only within the mind of the wrapped up zorren. 'Seems whatever fae you pissed off had a nice little trick up his sleeve. Sending power to you is like sending a child into the woods without a map. Be lucky you have my voice.'
'We're doing what we can, but it might be a while to untangle this magic. Try not to die in the meantime," Rerreno's voice was calm despite the suggestion of impending peril and Vulpesen let out another growl as he rolled in his prison. For a moment, he thought the maneuver had worked, only to find that as he completed it, a loop of greenery had appeared over his right shoulder. It wasn't immobilized yet, but that's how his left arm had started before it ended in its current state... stretched over his head and unable to do much but flex his fingers.
"Well, fat load of help they were," the warlock mumbled to himself. It certainly wasn't the worst scrape he'd been in, not by a long shot. But the wilds of Malakath were perilous, especially for those in compromised positions, and he had to admit that without any sort of help, detangling and even surviving was becoming less and less likely.
Vulpesen let out a growl as he flailed and slashed at the fines, attempting to cut them with his claw like nails. Yet each movement seemed to loop another of the infernal plants around him. He'd long since lost the ability to kick, and his bushy black tail seemed to be going numb from lack of circulation. At the very least, he'd managed to keep the vines away from his neck and right arm. He could breathe and he could struggle. If only struggling didn't lead to his predicament. "Varos! A little help here!"
'Nothing I can do from here, kiddo.' a voice whispered back, audible only within the mind of the wrapped up zorren. 'Seems whatever fae you pissed off had a nice little trick up his sleeve. Sending power to you is like sending a child into the woods without a map. Be lucky you have my voice.'
'We're doing what we can, but it might be a while to untangle this magic. Try not to die in the meantime," Rerreno's voice was calm despite the suggestion of impending peril and Vulpesen let out another growl as he rolled in his prison. For a moment, he thought the maneuver had worked, only to find that as he completed it, a loop of greenery had appeared over his right shoulder. It wasn't immobilized yet, but that's how his left arm had started before it ended in its current state... stretched over his head and unable to do much but flex his fingers.
"Well, fat load of help they were," the warlock mumbled to himself. It certainly wasn't the worst scrape he'd been in, not by a long shot. But the wilds of Malakath were perilous, especially for those in compromised positions, and he had to admit that without any sort of help, detangling and even surviving was becoming less and less likely.