(ROLLED 9) With a burst of silver-white light and a loud, exuberant croak, Aristotle's patronus bursts forth from the end of his wand. The ghostly toucan flaps its great wings, luminescent mist swirling in its wake, soaring up and then dive bombing the strange Cultist.
The impact knocks it back, stumbling and reeling, and the core of the thing seems to disperse rippling like the surface of a pond. But the Cultist pulls itself back together and moves forward. Purple light erupts from the palm of the thing's "hand" and Aristotle takes the brunt of it (ROLLED 1). It burns and knocks the breath from his lungs at once, blasting him off his feet and onto the beach, leaving him momentarily dazed.
MEMORY: A Distant Shore
The impact knocks it back, stumbling and reeling, and the core of the thing seems to disperse rippling like the surface of a pond. But the Cultist pulls itself back together and moves forward. Purple light erupts from the palm of the thing's "hand" and Aristotle takes the brunt of it (ROLLED 1). It burns and knocks the breath from his lungs at once, blasting him off his feet and onto the beach, leaving him momentarily dazed.