Literally everyone has been acting like that and has not once been denied
Remember how I shifted the training garden using earthweaving to defeat the ic? Remember how someone weaved water from their bottle into their mouth at the start?
I don’t know whether to participate in this nonsense or not
Come on in the vines taste great
2, 1, 7
What’s the door made of
-While wandering the halls I noticed the group of students huddled around a frozen door, recognizing some of their faces
“Alright, what are you lot doing this time? And more importantly, why are you so focused on that door?”
“Horace committed tax evasion and the irs commissioned us to audit him”
Horace, a friend of mine, hasn’t left their room in a while and hasn’t answered. I’m going to go see what’s wrong.
“Huh, thought that Gabriel fella would’ve done that prior.”
I’m going to roll a single d100 for my attempt at ripping them out with steelweave
@discobot roll 1d100
-The door falls.
-let me take a moment to describe what we see, given that typ is offline, but has already told me.
-The room is in ruin. Ice coats the walls and roots are sprawled everywhere. Memorabilia of Horace’s old friends, left behind after learning he can waterweave, litters the ground with a layer of ice over it. All sorts of keepsakes and other small items are shattered and lie forlorn by the walls, having been thrown in anger.
-There is no light other than what little shines in from outside of the door, the window having been completely blocked out with vines. There are gashes all over the room, barely filled in with yet more roots. There has been a disaster.
-In the middle of the catastrophe lies a hole. A crater, lined with ice, multiple meters across. It appears to be the source of the plantlife, with dozens of roots stretching out of it. It appears to go on, deep into the ground.
Horace is not here
is down
there
And from that, we shall stop for now.
I produce a miniature star as a torch