Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190523232127/@comment-26892768-20190527210721

Meanwhile, a lithe, yet toned figure in purple, black, and silver clothing falls from a portal, quickly getting up on their knees and staring at their hands, and then at their surroundings. What the hell...

And then Rook runs up to the arguing group, his Proto-Tool in its scanner form. "Everyone! It appears the creature is-"

As if on cue, the Tatzelwurm bursts out of the ground in front of the group, wounds slightly healed and no longer on fire. It roars as it prepares to...wait, it...stopped?

But its mouth is still open, although the mouth tentacles are limp now instead of flailing around. Odd. Why would it...

Oh.

The head is starting to slide off the body.

Oh.

Without much further fanfare, the head falls off completely, and the stump left behind starts spewing out green liquid as it slumps to the ground, leaking the plant worm's fluid all over.

The new arrival, now on the other side of the creature, has a wide, disturbing grin as they sheath their now-stained sword. "Don't usually care much for killing monsters, but I need some peace of mind right now..."