Seedling 41
I’m not really sure about what I’m seeing here.
However, I am absolutely sure.
It’s not my fault.
I mean, how could I have anything to do with a city partially on fire in the middle of the night?
I know I’m a Chaos Tree, but that’s asking a bit much don’t you agree?
Rustleeeeeee.
Not a far stretch of the imagination? Exactly what are you implying here Dryad?
Look! Those flames aren’t even magical!
…Probably…
That’s beside the point, aren’t you happy with the friend we’ve made?
Rustle?
No, not that meathead. The other friend, the one with both arms! Isn’t she great?
She even cooked a few parts of those leftover Bloodwolves for us on the way here.
Well, I mean, yes I helped with magic fire and whatnot, but still! It’s the thought that counts!
See how we are being carried on the shoulders of such a nice friend?
Rustle.
No, I don’t think that shaking is fear. What could she be afraid of? I’m here. I mean, unless she’s wanted by a Divinity or something.
In that case we’ll just…
Peace out.
Abando-, er, depart for greener pastures.
I can’t wait to taste all the delicious varities of food in this partially burning city!
Think of it Dryad! How long have we been without needing to eat?
Rustle!
Millenia! Exactly!
Certainly in a few millennia the food culture must have improved right?
Rustle…
Are you implying that a time dilation could have occurred?
That’s…that’s….
Ok, that’s depressing.
You are such a downer sometimes!
Rustle!
Realistic? This! Who makes me call them Greatest Dryad Under the Heavens(Future) ™!
Anyways, why are these city guards trying to hassle us?
City guards should just stand, salute, inspect stuff, and take bribes like a champ! That’s all those overweight slabs of meat are good for anyways.
Ho.
Hoh..
Hooo…
Are we going to let that pass?
Copping a feel on my slav-, er, ride eh?
Fire is my Domain.
Flame my calling.
Burn bright,
Aedar!
Ah!
I forgot…
Mana here is much more, combustible…
At least that part of the city was already on fire, right?
Rustle.
No way! How could they suspect me?
Rustle…
Chaos mana shouldn’t have a mana signature…right?
Rustle.
Nope. It doesn’t, that’s my story, I’m sticking to it.
Besides, it’s not like these three are going to tell anyone.
Tevril Two, I mean, Natalia, she’s a loyal minion.
Rustle.
Loyalty through absolute fear is still loyalty.
At least we didn’t get the short end of the stick this time.
That guy, Left-Arm Gone Guy, whatshisname…
Sir Williams, yes.
Good thing he lived in the other part of the city.
The non-burned part.
The garden in his manor is now, mine.
I just need to make a few changes here.
Nothing drastic, mind you, just a few scenic alterations.
Crunch.
Snap.
Bzzzzt!
Ssssssssssh!
Burrrble.
All done!
Look at this fantastic place now.
Rustle.
No, I don’t think he’ll mind the alterations. We saved his life!
What’s a few missing rooms, walls, and stuff compared to a life.
Besides, with your talents, we’ll be growing arm regenerating plants in decade or less.
Rustle?
I..I don’t think anyone would end up worshipping us…
Would they?
