>>6134814It isn’t much longer before you arrive at the real objective: the drakes’ nap-nest. They’ve hardly moved since you last saw them, and you think you see the same number as well—somewhere between ten and fifteen of them, an exact count made difficult by how a few flop over one another or squeeze up against the walls. They seem no less sluggish, though, and Yeb-Uit is quick to point out hanging mosses, and lichens on the wall.
“What’s wrong?” you ask the faun, who’s looking rather less confident now that you’re actually here. “You’re good, right? Ya got this?”
“Y-yes,” she answers. “In principle, it’s the same as any other casting of <Entangle>. I hear heart the hearts of the plants… Can stir their spirits into actual with the language of the Bonum Chaoticum, and encourage them to grow, and to ensnare and encompass the creatures.”
You groan. ‘In principle’? You recognize weasel-words like those. This little bitch has never actually TRIED before!
“Fuck’s sakes,” you hiss through clenched jaw. “Kid…”
“I can do this!” she protests. “I just… Might need a little help.”
You consider your options. An extra, expendable combatant of such size is handy—she demonstrated as much saving Cyrene from the centipede—but you roughly grasp the shape of her idea: by expending him, she can turn the blight into a thorny bramble much more easily than she can with moss or lichens. Form her hesitation, though, you understand that this will be a sacrifice: no more Mister Blight Guy, and she said she could only replace it with a new one once every… What, month or two or three or something like that?
What do you think?
>Sacrifice the twig blight to entangle the mass of cave-drakes (DC 10/<span class="mu-s">14</span>/18 Feycraft check)>Keep the twig blight intact, use what the cave proffers instead (DC 12/<span class="mu-s">16</span>/20)>You have another plan… [Write-in] 