Forest Dweller
You run out in front of them.
"So, think you have what it takes to defeat the man who killed your leader?" Immediately their angry eyes turn fearful.
"Boss? BOSS!" When there is no response, they turn to you.
"Step away from the girl, you worms." They call for their boss again, and you narrow your eyes.
"Search for his body all you like- it's gone. None of him remains." One of them bares their gun and aims. You fight the fear in your heart. "Oh, that contraption? He tried to use it. Really, he did. But I have a little skill of illusion, and I doubt you'd want to hit yourselves. After all, is this me? Or is it your friend?" He lowers his gun. You speak to the wood.
Please, anything! Give them a sign! The wood acknowledges you, and you glow with a blue light. Your face changes, and you notice that you look like one of them in their eyes. Although you realize your physical appearance is normal, the wood tells you they see otherwise.
They drop their guns immediately.
"Now, would you like to tell me why you were here like good little boys or would you like to end up dead like your weakling master?"
"N...no!" One of them says. The other nods his head frantically. Both of them look pathetic, their faces wrapped in cloth and dripping with sweat. "We'll talk! We'll talk!"
"So, think you have what it takes to defeat the man who killed your leader?" Immediately their angry eyes turn fearful.
"Boss? BOSS!" When there is no response, they turn to you.
"Step away from the girl, you worms." They call for their boss again, and you narrow your eyes.
"Search for his body all you like- it's gone. None of him remains." One of them bares their gun and aims. You fight the fear in your heart. "Oh, that contraption? He tried to use it. Really, he did. But I have a little skill of illusion, and I doubt you'd want to hit yourselves. After all, is this me? Or is it your friend?" He lowers his gun. You speak to the wood.
Please, anything! Give them a sign! The wood acknowledges you, and you glow with a blue light. Your face changes, and you notice that you look like one of them in their eyes. Although you realize your physical appearance is normal, the wood tells you they see otherwise.
They drop their guns immediately.
"Now, would you like to tell me why you were here like good little boys or would you like to end up dead like your weakling master?"
"N...no!" One of them says. The other nods his head frantically. Both of them look pathetic, their faces wrapped in cloth and dripping with sweat. "We'll talk! We'll talk!"