Trees were being cut down in the path of the erratic dark wind blades while a demonic laugh could be heard which echoed on the very wind itself as the approaching "Storm" drew closer and closer as the shadowy Eye of said storm appeared as a silhouette within the flying wind blades. - - ThreadSky

nefariousnihility.bsky.social • 65 days ago

Trees were being cut down in the path of the erratic dark wind blades while a demonic laugh could be heard which echoed on the very wind itself as the approaching "Storm" drew closer and closer as the shadowy Eye of said storm appeared as a silhouette within the flying wind blades. -

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nefariousnihility.bsky.social•65 days ago

It was definitely no ordinary spirit to be causing all this, but a demonic eldritch monstrosity who thirsts for bloodshed with how long he has been sealed away, careless fools had released the demon from his imprisoment and were treated with death immediately.

thiefandlyre.bsky.social•65 days ago

Ah. Perhaps this was it, then. In that case, he had nothing to lose.

Octavo turns around in the saddle, gripping the horse's back between his knees and holding the Lute in his lap. He faces the entity bearing down on him. "Let's dance!" he shouts at it, claws plucking the strings as he casts

thiefandlyre.bsky.social•65 days ago

a rhythm spell over the mountain. Morin adjusts its gait immediately, galloping on the beat that fills the ears of every man, beast and demon within several acres. Octavo sways back and forth as he plays, raking the strings and hurling a bolt of electricity at the storm demon.

nefariousnihility.bsky.social•65 days ago

One of the demon's wind blades had slashed the bolt into nothing as the demon had then finally caught up to Octavo and appeared before him as the eye pf the dark storm has shown himself at last. The true form of the demon a literal gigantic eye of darkness with many dark wings on his body. -

nefariousnihility.bsky.social•65 days ago

His presence causing the winds around them to whip up more violently as he then speaks up at last, his voice being carried on the winds and all around them which showed how much of a impact he's having on the environment around them.

"HAHAH. YOU REALLY THINK A MEASLY BOLT CAN STOP ME?"

thiefandlyre.bsky.social•65 days ago

The winds tear violently at Octavo's hair and cloak, but he holds firm. His amulet provided him stability in high winds, something he'd known almost since he'd first woken up. He grins manically at the demon. "I've found more frightening things in my sleeping bag! If you refuse to dance with me,

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