- Solmina sat on the soft, moss-covered ground as she conjured water and food for herself. The birds in the trees nearby were oddly very quiet, and she saw no animal life, which surprised her, as the forest was often teeming with life of all different kinds, never very quiet between the quick footsteps of deer on leaves, the clattering of squirrels climbing up trees, the bird singing their daily song. The sun shined bright above, but could barely pierce the thick trees above. She felt very peaceful here, as though nothing could really worry her, but still, a pervasive entity seemed to engulf her, and anywhere she looked, it seemed as though things weren't the way they should be.
It's simply my imagination, I'm just not used to all the animals being absent, that's all, she thought to herself.
She stepped up from her sitting position, lightly brushing off her robe and making sure it looked nice. She wore a bright blue robe, one that seemed to shine in the light, even where there was none. She was a good 3 feet, the average height for a gnome, and showed off her bright, pink hair with pride. She summoned her mount, a mechanical chicken, something of a joke among her people who had such a knack for engineering that they choose machines over live animals like most of the other races.
And suddenly she felt it again. A very pervasive feeling, as though something was around her that shouldn't be. She suddenly realized that it was more then just the animal's absence. She quickly looked all around, trying to get a feel for the situation, and as she turned back forward, her mechanostrider shrieked a warning.
"DANGER, WILL ROBINSON!" screamed the mechanostrider in a robotic voice.
Solmina noted that the mechanostrider hadn't said her name, and made a self-note to fix whatever bug was wrong whenever she dealt with what was going on. As she centered her head forward, she saw it. A felbeast. Her body shivered, as she fully understand what these demons could do to one like her. As it jumped at her, she quickly drew into herself and summoned the power of ice to freeze the felbeast to the ground, surrounding him in ice, but she knew it wouldn't last long. As she ran back, her mechanostrider dismissed, she saw the powerful tentacles of the felbeast already at work on the ice, attached to it and sucking away the energy. The ice seemed to be melting, although making no wet spot upon the ground. The felbeast was sucking up the magic of the ice, and was growing stronger and bigger by the second.
"Damn felbeasts, I should've known that a minion of the Burning Legion was about after all the life in the forest went quiet," she muttered to herself.
The felbeast had eaten through the ice, and was chasing after Solmina again, running faster then her short legs could carry her. She decided to try something that had worked in the past, and sent a strong arcane torrent towards the felbeast, missiles coming out of thin air in front of her palm and striking the felbeast. He seemed hurt at first, but then caught on and started catching the missiles with his tentacles, hungrily eating them up and gaining size for each missile. The few scorch marks on the beast's thick hide that the missiles had caused started to heal almost instantly, and Solmina knew that her arcane missiles wouldn't work this time. She started to run again, launching a few more missiles to hopefully distract the felbeast, but it ignored them and carried after her, knowing that the real prize would be to drain the magic from this pink-haired caster.
As the felbeast was almost upon her, Solmina turned and used the most powerful spell in her Arcane arsenal, casting a spell on the creature that slowed it to a crawl. This drained her quite a bit, and she could feel her powers already starting to weaken, but she knew what the outcome would be. She teleported ahead to avoid the coming mess getting on her robes.
The felbeast saw that it was covered in the mage's magic, that it could barely move. It attached it's own tentacles to itself, trying to suck the magic out, but the arcane tendrils that darted around it's legs, it's arms, were too fast for the tentacles to catch. The felbeast started shrinking, getting weaker and weaker, sucking the energy out of itself, losing all magic that it had gained. When it could barely lift it's tentacles anymore, the arcane magic went into it's wide open mouth, rushing towards it's heart to defeat it, and the tentacles darted in after the magic. As the felbeast sucked itself dry, it turned into a black, dried-up husk of what it once was.
Solmina sat down on a mossy patch, sighed, and started to eat some of her food.
