Forge of Godhood - started

[sansanjuan]

The sun glints off the bloody moss of the two towering Dark Vines. The Bloodhenge Druids clutch daggers reminiscent of an earlier barbaric Mictlan age. Mabel decrees this blood sect must be purged and so we stand. She takes the lead. The Druids Bleed her as she closes. She smiles as her life force immolates the right flank. She attacks again. I feel the heat wash over me even from the rear ranks as her second immolation leaves smoldering husks of blood slaves. I call on Mabel's power even as she shakes off another wave of attackers. One of the Dark Vines succumbs to my spell. Limbs paralyzed. The Jags, filled with my blessing, fell a flailing Dark Vine and close on the one still gripped in my power. Soon the only sound is retreating woodsmen.

Lilly- Prophet of Mabel