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Furious vines retracted back into the ground, like wounded snakes slithering back into the deepest parts of their den. However, they would not depart that simply, not without claiming a prize. Gripping tightly at the scattered remains of whatever long gone adventurer it could find. Corpses still adorned in their battered armor dragged through the dirt haphazardly, without care for the delicate nature of death or the legacy this warrior may have had. The remains were pulled into the jagged tooth-like maw that was the splintered earth, which, in return, belched out a cloud of putrid spores. They

The beast’s growl rolled like thunder, its thick fur bristled beneath the swirling tendrils of mist. Gore, and something altogether unworldly oozed from cuts in the bear’s hide. If the wounds caused any pain, or if the creature noticed them at all, it gave no indication. Instead, it continued to grapple with the captured Players, its yellowed teeth glinting in the faint light. Paws the size of dinner plates swatted at the ensnared humans, razor-sharp nails skipping along veins that could be easily cut and drained. Shifting its enormous weight forward, Callisto moved on the first of its v

The beast’s growl rolled like thunder, its thick fur bristled beneath the swirling tendrils of mist. Gore, and something altogether unworldly oozed from cuts in the bear’s hide. If the wounds caused any pain, or if the creature noticed them at all, it gave no indication. Instead, it continued to grapple with the captured Players, its yellowed teeth glinting in the faint light. Paws the size of dinner plates swatted at the ensnared humans, razor-sharp nails skipping along veins that could be easily cut and drained. As the dark-haired swordsman slipped out of its grasp, Callisto loosed a d

The beast’s growl rolled like thunder, its thick fur bristled beneath the swirling tendrils of mist. Gore, and something altogether unworldly oozed from cuts in the bear’s hide. If the wounds caused any pain, or if the creature noticed them at all, it gave no indication. Instead, it continued to grapple with the captured Players, its yellowed teeth glinting in the faint light. Paws the size of dinner plates swatted at the ensnared humans, razor-sharp nails skipping along veins that could be easily cut and drained. After being robbed twice of its prize, Callisto rounded on the raven-haire

The beast’s growl rolled like thunder, its thick fur bristled beneath the swirling tendrils of mist. Gore, and something altogether unworldly oozed from cuts in the bear’s hide. If the wounds caused any pain, or if the creature noticed them at all, it gave no indication. Instead, it continued to grapple with the captured Players, its yellowed teeth glinting in the faint light. Paws the size of dinner plates swatted at the ensnared humans, razor-sharp nails skipping along veins that could be easily cut and drained. Three attempts and three failures. Power, rage, and the hot stink of death

The ground beneath the trespassers feet would began to give way, as if responding to the beckoning call of Callisto. The guardian of this grove, its home sought itself assistance with its outcry and nature itself obliged. Dark roots with sharpened barbs climb upon ankles and slink themselves through slips in armor with ease. A break neck embrace of greedy hands in the form of vines as they'd bind and find themselves tight and held fast. An earthen smell and a puncture of the skin confirms they were about to be dragged to the ground, a wench to remove these wretched invaders from the strength t

Vines begin to rip out of the ground and bind players a plenty in needy and consistent vice. The very same seem to wrap themselves without issue around bodies that litter the area, coiling like serpents. Dragging those carcass deeper into the earth, they'd submerge and release the most putrid of stink, of sulfur and a ripe smell of sorrow. A number of those bodies vanish, and in their place the gentle violet glow of flowers upon the vines that pulled them under. Nourishment from the mother to which they bore, and its offering of fruit was to the creature to which this domain belonged. A releas

As colored yet horrific fragrance wafts through the air, that same fog would move its sights upon an unsuspecting gaggle of digital avatars. It would burn upon the skin like standing too close to an open flame, the smell a mix of rotten vegetation with the slightest dash of metallic undertone. Their very ears would ring to signify how unwelcome this dust was, and their eyes would begin to blur. A roar from within that coverage, as if it was under his command. Callisto was not done, and its ally had found itself into the ballroom blitz. That violet hued wave of pungent welcoming rolls across th

The ground beneath the trespassers feet would began to give way, as if responding to the beckoning call of Callisto. The guardian of this grove, its home sought itself assistance with its outcry and nature itself obliged. Dark roots with sharpened barbs climb upon ankles and slink themselves through slips in armor with ease. A break neck embrace of greedy hands in the form of vines as they'd bind and find themselves tight and held fast. An earthen smell and a puncture of the skin confirms they were about to be dragged to the ground, a wench to remove these wretched invaders from the strength t

Had there been anything left of Callisto’s frayed and tattered sanity, the last vestiges now faded. Darkness fell upon the memories of past life, and in the black of night, the embers that burned away its sense of self sparked into a wildfire. Its ripping flesh split and peeled apart as sinew and bone won out. portions of the sloughing canvas melted and blended together with the mire below, prompting a fell amalgamation of the murky, polluted portion of the floor itself and its mightiest denizen. Tendrils of decay welled up from the ghastly, turgid swamp and tried desperately to pull Him

Had there been anything left of Callisto’s frayed and tattered sanity, the last vestiges now faded. Darkness fell upon the memories of past life, and in the black of night, the embers that burned away its sense of self sparked into a wildfire. Its ripping flesh split and peeled apart as sinew and bone won out. portions of the sloughing canvas melted and blended together with the mire below, prompting a fell amalgamation of the murky, polluted portion of the floor itself and its mightiest denizen. Tendrils of decay welled up from the ghastly, turgid swamp and tried desperately to pull Him

Had there been anything left of Callisto’s frayed and tattered sanity, the last vestiges now faded. Darkness fell upon the memories of past life, and in the black of night, the embers that burned away its sense of self sparked into a wildfire. Its ripping flesh split and peeled apart as sinew and bone won out. portions of the sloughing canvas melted and blended together with the mire below, prompting a fell amalgamation of the murky, polluted portion of the floor itself and its mightiest denizen. Tendrils of decay welled up from the ghastly, turgid swamp and tried desperately to pull Him

Had there been anything left of Callisto’s frayed and tattered sanity, the last vestiges now faded. Darkness fell upon the memories of past life, and in the black of night, the embers that burned away its sense of self sparked into a wildfire. Its ripping flesh split and peeled apart as sinew and bone won out. portions of the sloughing canvas melted and blended together with the mire below, prompting a fell amalgamation of the murky, polluted portion of the floor itself and its mightiest denizen. Tendrils of decay welled up from the ghastly, turgid swamp and tried desperately to pull Him under

But it hadn't always been that way. In this place of death, decay, and corruption, there was once untold beauty. Towering trees, their leaves caught in an eternal autumn, had stood like silent sentries. They had guarded the secrets that this small valley held, and the promises that were made to each brave enough to enter: promises of doors opened, lands discovered, and of floors cleared. To aid in the protection of this sacred spot, Callisto the Stalwart had been born of the land itself. For untold eternities, he had thrived in this place of beauty and wonder; h

But it hadn't always been that way. In this place of death, decay, and corruption, there was once untold beauty. Towering trees, their leaves caught in an eternal autumn, had stood like silent sentries. They had guarded the secrets that this small valley held, and the promises that were made to each brave enough to enter: promises of doors opened, lands discovered, and of floors cleared. To aid in the protection of this sacred spot, Callisto the Stalwart had been born of the land itself. For untold eternities, he had thrived in this place of beauty and wonder; h

But it hadn't always been that way. In this place of death, decay, and corruption, there was once untold beauty. Towering trees, their leaves caught in an eternal autumn, had stood like silent sentries. They had guarded the secrets that this small valley held, and the promises that were made to each brave enough to enter: promises of doors opened, lands discovered, and of floors cleared. To aid in the protection of this sacred spot, Callisto the Stalwart had been born of the land itself. For untold eternities, he had thrived in this place of beauty and wonder; h

But it hadn't always been that way. In this place of death, decay, and corruption, there was once untold beauty. Towering trees, their leaves caught in an eternal autumn, had stood like silent sentries. They had guarded the secrets that this small valley held, and the promises that were made to each brave enough to enter: promises of doors opened, lands discovered, and of floors cleared. To aid in the protection of this sacred spot, Callisto the Stalwart had been born of the land itself. For untold eternities, he had thrived in this place of beauty and wonder; h

The monstrous Callisto stands in the center of the battlefield, its immense frame trembling with the building tension of a storm waiting to break. Its fur, thick and matted with the dirt of the wild, ripples with every breath it takes, the deep, ragged inhalations almost vibrating the air. The animal is still—too still. Its eyes, glazed over and unfathomable, narrow in a dangerous sliver, fixated on the source of its growing anger. Watching the deep wounds it had inflicted on its prey heal over, its animalistic confusion at the spectacle merely adding more fuel to the fire. At first, it i

The monstrous Callisto stands in the center of the battlefield, its immense frame trembling with the building tension of a storm waiting to break. Its fur, thick and matted with the dirt of the wild, ripples with every breath it takes, the deep, ragged inhalations almost vibrating the air. The animal is still—too still. Its eyes, glazed over and unfathomable, narrow in a dangerous sliver, fixated on the source of its growing anger. Watching the deep wounds it had inflicted on its prey heal over, its animalistic confusion at the spectacle merely adding more fuel to the fire. At first, it i

The monstrous Callisto stands in the center of the battlefield, its immense frame trembling with the building tension of a storm waiting to break. Its fur, thick and matted with the dirt of the wild, ripples with every breath it takes, the deep, ragged inhalations almost vibrating the air. The animal is still—too still. Its eyes, glazed over and unfathomable, narrow in a dangerous sliver, fixated on the source of its growing anger. Watching the deep wounds it had inflicted on its prey heal over, its animalistic confusion at the spectacle merely adding more fuel to the fire. At first, it i

The monstrous Callisto stands in the center of the battlefield, its immense frame trembling with the building tension of a storm waiting to break. Its fur, thick and matted with the dirt of the wild, ripples with every breath it takes, the deep, ragged inhalations almost vibrating the air. The animal is still—too still. Its eyes, glazed over and unfathomable, narrow in a dangerous sliver, fixated on the source of its growing anger. Watching the deep wounds it had inflicted on its prey heal over, its animalistic confusion at the spectacle merely adding more fuel to the fire. At first, it i

Torment resounded. Pain for those who defied his rage, anguish for those who sought to end his wroth. He had nothing to give them beyond the only thing he knew. Singular, simple, madness. Some shook from the very sound of his howl, while others could feel their sanity fraying. If they intended to stay here, in this place that belonged to Him alone, then they would share his fate. They would drink deep of the dank death that had stolen His once beautiful home, occupied it down to the very water that once nourished him- now foul, unfit to slake even the slightest thirst. Whether or no

Torment resounded. Pain for those who defied his rage, anguish for those who sought to end his wroth. He had nothing to give them beyond the only thing he knew. Singular, simple, madness. Some shook from the very sound of his howl, while others could feel their sanity fraying. If they intended to stay here, in this place that belonged to Him alone, then they would share his fate. They would drink deep of the dank death that had stolen His once beautiful home, occupied it down to the very water that once nourished him- now foul, unfit to slake even the slightest thirst. Whether or no

Torment resounded. Pain for those who defied his rage, anguish for those who sought to end his wroth. He had nothing to give them beyond the only thing he knew. Singular, simple, madness. Some shook from the very sound of his howl, while others could feel their sanity fraying. If they intended to stay here, in this place that belonged to Him alone, then they would share his fate. They would drink deep of the dank death that had stolen His once beautiful home, occupied it down to the very water that once nourished him- now foul, unfit to slake even the slightest thirst. Whether or no

Torment resounded. Pain for those who defied his rage, anguish for those who sought to end his wroth. He had nothing to give them beyond the only thing he knew. Singular, simple, madness. Some shook from the very sound of his howl, while others could feel their sanity fraying. If they intended to stay here, in this place that belonged to Him alone, then they would share his fate. They would drink deep of the dank death that had stolen His once beautiful home, occupied it down to the very water that once nourished him- now foul, unfit to slake even the slightest thirst. Whether or no