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    Default Re: The Madness of Men in a World of Monsters (D&D 5e IC)

    Jemriah Cleater
    Aberrant Mind Sorcerer 3 | AC 15 | HP 20/20 | PP 11 / PIns 11 / PInv 10

    Jemriah steps up to the altar, rolling up his sleeves and taking a few deep breaths. He did not look forward to what was to come next. With a few gestures and gutteral utterances from somewhere deep within his throat and mind, his body lurches forward, his jaw seeming to unhinge and fall open as a glob of viscous yellow bile spews forth with surprising speed. It splatters onto the stones of the altar with a hiss, droplets creating a sizzling constellation of burning stars connected by strings of remnant gore from the stag. It almost seemed to form an eye, watching with unblinking cruelty at his suffering. He hated it and everything it represented.

    Another heave, another bubbling mass rockets from his mouth, disrupting the stony stare fixed on him. The smell of bile fills the air for a moment before a light breeze carries the scent deeper into the woods. Jemriah offers a silent prayer of gratitude to the forest spirits for that kindness.

    A third ball of acid, each aimed precisely at the profane runes carved into the stone, dissolving their power as the stone around them pits and melts.

    When the last of the runes is burned away, Jemriah breaths deeply, wiping his mouth on his sleeve before taking a deep pull of Roger's moonshine to burn the last of the vile flavor from his mouth. "Eruukhrotuho," he annunciates carefully. The syllables seem to rumble as much from his feet as his mouth with the ground itself answering in kind. The area beneath the altar shifts to the side, causing the stones to tumble and fall apart. With another word, the displaced earth rushes like a wave back over the former altar leaving no trace of its existence except a raised mound of dirt and what was left of the creature that last sat upon it.

    Jemriah breathes a bit heavily, looking between Selissa and Vargath in what could be interpreted as either fear, vulnerability, or perhaps even challenge. Maybe all three. He offers the open jug to Vargath.

    Spoiler: OOC
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    Acid Splash as much as needed to hopefully destroy the runes.
    Mold Earth to bury the altar.

    Last edited by miinstrel; 2020-07-16 at 04:01 PM.