But how solid? Perhaps not solid enough to deal with the weight that might be levied against it. How many vines does this plant have to spare on them? Just how angry is it? ...or hungry? Is it being territorial, or predatorial? She hasn't the faintest idea.
Fortescue stands back slightly, making the decision to use her magic. If it seems hopeless, perhaps the plant will give up and go after an easier target -- and then she can circle back and take it out. Or they can.
As she raises a hand, the shadows in the room all seem to leak toward her. Things become strangely brighter as she concentrates all of the shadows into a single pane, which she sets up against the door. She puts all of her mental -- and considerable -- weight into it.
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But how solid? Perhaps not solid enough to deal with the weight that might be levied against it. How many vines does this plant have to spare on them? Just how angry is it? ...or hungry? Is it being territorial, or predatorial? She hasn't the faintest idea.
Fortescue stands back slightly, making the decision to use her magic. If it seems hopeless, perhaps the plant will give up and go after an easier target -- and then she can circle back and take it out. Or they can.
As she raises a hand, the shadows in the room all seem to leak toward her. Things become strangely brighter as she concentrates all of the shadows into a single pane, which she sets up against the door. She puts all of her mental -- and considerable -- weight into it.
"There, that should do it. I hope."