>>5442594>>5442582…Not until it’s too late.
The water in the air around you begins to condense into misty, cloud-like formations. The psychic dogbold watches them swirl with less fear than idle curiosity—the fool. For a moment, the haze makes you think you have summoned the ice elemental, and you brace for a chill… But then an explosion of electricity hits your already-stunned body. You convulse involuntarily, shielded from some of it by your shamanic resistance to the elements but still affected—you’re at ground-zero of a forming stormfront, after all. The next wave of pain is more physical: drop in a disheveled heap, as the Ghoul Supreme bares the brunt of the hostile weather.
>14The psionic creature attempts to form a shield—perhaps COULD have repelled the spell, in fact—but for the surprise nature of the attack. No barbarian troglodyte could reasonably have foreseen the sudden appearance of a powerful nature-spirit an inch from its face—not without divination, anyway. You look up as you wait for the burning sensation shooting through your fried nervous system to settle, and watch the havoc you wrought.
The cavern flashes with cracking bolts of raw power, forcing ghouls and dark elves alike to shield their sensitive, dark-adjusted eyes; your nictitating membranes prove protection enough. The hovering Ghoul Supreme is in the clutches of an almost-humanoid shape—a constantly-flickering explosion of electricity, wreathed in a halo of greyish fog, shifting in its precise dimensions but for the concentrated power which forms a claw-like hand; this limb, crafted of force rather than matter, clutches the struggling, wailing Ghoul Supreme in its grasp, as the bastard dog-thing shudders and forth at the mouth. The laughter of the skeletons ceases as the erstwhile master of this place is fried crispy by its elemental assailant.
“Bye,” you chuckle darkly, imitating the thing’s smug taunt in ironic echo.
The elemental finally releases the Ghoul Supreme, who lies twitching where it lands. You aren’t certain whether the ghoul-lord is dead, or will soon die—it seems likely, by the look of it, by you know precious little about these dog-heads.
