(ROLLED 7) Another silver winged specter issues forth. This one from Imogen's wand. The Cultist is ready this time, but only just. The hawk is clever enough to move when the entity does, smashing itself into its shoulder. As the Cultist's left half explodes in black smoke, it releases another blast of purple light (ROLLED 3).
Imogen is fast with her Protego, but the silvery shield cracks like ice under the impact. The shield shatters, falling glitter fading before it hits the ground. Imogen is still standing, but the magical recoil staggers her for a few seconds.
Thankfully, Armani already has his wand raised. (ROLLED 10) The magical ropes do their work, lacing around the strange entity and wrapping tight. It slumps to the ground, captured, but for who knows how long. Its form seems to seep between gaps in the rope, dark gray steam.
The cultist sits motionless, but it's still making that sound. Whispering, chanting, groaning. "The garden looks very nice today. The garden looks very nice today. The garden looks very nice today." Over and over, without pause for breath.
MEMORY: A Distant Shore
Imogen is fast with her Protego, but the silvery shield cracks like ice under the impact. The shield shatters, falling glitter fading before it hits the ground. Imogen is still standing, but the magical recoil staggers her for a few seconds.
Thankfully, Armani already has his wand raised. (ROLLED 10) The magical ropes do their work, lacing around the strange entity and wrapping tight. It slumps to the ground, captured, but for who knows how long. Its form seems to seep between gaps in the rope, dark gray steam.
The cultist sits motionless, but it's still making that sound. Whispering, chanting, groaning. "The garden looks very nice today. The garden looks very nice today. The garden looks very nice today." Over and over, without pause for breath.