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Out in the woods, plant life has begun to die rapidly. In its death, flowers with black stems and glowing orange-yellow flowers sprout. They pulse quietly, thorns growing from the stems that leak with glowing orange fluid. Animals that step its the flower wake, begin to rot instantly, their minds going feral and attacking their kind, spreading the disease amongst them. In less than an hour, a third of the animal population seems to be taken over and a fourth of the forest has died and given way to these flowers. The animals have begun to attack the villagers, spreading the disease among them. The villagers begin to attack each other, snarling and growing orange glowing pustules over their skin.

On the hill, overlooking the town, a woman stands. She wears a brown trenchcoat that has splatters of orange diseased fluid on it and a white button-up dress shirt covered by a brown vest. Her hair is curly blonde, cascading around her shoulders. her eyes are a bright orange color, flecked with black. Her boots trudge through the flowers, unaffected by its disease. She checks her watch, humming to herself "Right on schedule. The flowers should have about... a third by now."

 *oooo, interesting*

Georgie is hiding from the crazy townsfolk, hugging his cat plush while ducking from different hiding places as needed

Tycho is on a roof, watching the chaos, "Hm, this is... not good?"

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Out in the woods, plant life has begun to die rapidly. In its death, flowers with black stems and glowing orange-yellow flowers sprout. They pulse quietly, thorns growing from the stems that leak with glowing orange fluid. Animals that step its the flower wake, begin to rot instantly, their minds going feral and attacking their kind, spreading the disease amongst them. In less than an hour, a third of the animal population seems to be taken over and a fourth of the forest has died and given way to these flowers. The animals have begun to attack the villagers, spreading the disease among them. The villagers begin to attack each other, snarling and growing orange glowing pustules over their skin.

On the hill, overlooking the town, a woman stands. She wears a brown trenchcoat that has splatters of orange diseased fluid on it and a white button-up dress shirt covered by a brown vest. Her hair is curly blonde, cascading around her shoulders. her eyes are a bright orange color, flecked with black. Her boots trudge through the flowers, unaffected by its disease. She checks her watch, humming to herself "Right on schedule. The flowers should have about... a third by now."

 *oooo, interesting*

Georgie is hiding from the crazy townsfolk, hugging his cat plush while ducking from different hiding places as needed

Tycho is on a roof, watching the chaos, "Hm, this is... not good?"

 Tycho, from the roof, can see the woman. 

The infected don't seem to notice Georgie yet.

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Out in the woods, plant life has begun to die rapidly. In its death, flowers with black stems and glowing orange-yellow flowers sprout. They pulse quietly, thorns growing from the stems that leak with glowing orange fluid. Animals that step its the flower wake, begin to rot instantly, their minds going feral and attacking their kind, spreading the disease amongst them. In less than an hour, a third of the animal population seems to be taken over and a fourth of the forest has died and given way to these flowers. The animals have begun to attack the villagers, spreading the disease among them. The villagers begin to attack each other, snarling and growing orange glowing pustules over their skin.

On the hill, overlooking the town, a woman stands. She wears a brown trenchcoat that has splatters of orange diseased fluid on it and a white button-up dress shirt covered by a brown vest. Her hair is curly blonde, cascading around her shoulders. her eyes are a bright orange color, flecked with black. Her boots trudge through the flowers, unaffected by its disease. She checks her watch, humming to herself "Right on schedule. The flowers should have about... a third by now."

 Several small drones are scanning the area and flowers

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Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Out in the woods, plant life has begun to die rapidly. In its death, flowers with black stems and glowing orange-yellow flowers sprout. They pulse quietly, thorns growing from the stems that leak with glowing orange fluid. Animals that step its the flower wake, begin to rot instantly, their minds going feral and attacking their kind, spreading the disease amongst them. In less than an hour, a third of the animal population seems to be taken over and a fourth of the forest has died and given way to these flowers. The animals have begun to attack the villagers, spreading the disease among them. The villagers begin to attack each other, snarling and growing orange glowing pustules over their skin.

On the hill, overlooking the town, a woman stands. She wears a brown trenchcoat that has splatters of orange diseased fluid on it and a white button-up dress shirt covered by a brown vest. Her hair is curly blonde, cascading around her shoulders. her eyes are a bright orange color, flecked with black. Her boots trudge through the flowers, unaffected by its disease. She checks her watch, humming to herself "Right on schedule. The flowers should have about... a third by now."

 Several small drones are scanning the area and flowers

 They just look like normal flowers other than the color and the toxin they exude. 

*helO*

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*helO*

 *Y e l o*

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 "They are controlled by me for sparring." She holds up the control amulet "My name is long so you can just call me Spice."

 "Sure thing Spice. Would you mind if I used them for a sparring match?" He drops the axe back to his belt "Just one match?"

 She nods and grips the amulet, the stone golemn reforming.

 Once it's finished reforming he raises his fists, he then throws two punches. To hit:47 38 Damage:23 each