((@Spinal_Taper: What caused this shocking display of generosity towards a murderous fanatic who's in no danger of being drained to death, as opposed to, I dunno, Nirur's or Caellath's characters?))
((He's got a point, and anyway trying a curse of rot, especially while attempting to free two people, may get you in serious trouble. I advise you to try it only on one person, like Draignean's character.))
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Why do you hate me?! I'm getting my own way out, aim the degenerative magic at someone else! I mean, Lamar is damned either way, you can't hurt him anymore he'd already get hurt if you fail.))
Clarence looked irritably at the questioning orc and shook his head emphatically. He had never boasted to be able to change the blood in a person's veins, that was something he had never tried. Blood was an alloy, made of a thousand different things, and transmuting it meant compensating for each of those elements. He'd threatened in the bar to turn the air into something foul, but that had been inside where the air was still. Out here it was windy, actively raining, and this plant was huge- not to mention the fact that plants had the habit of breathing very slowly. He'd probably asphyxiate everyone before he even managed to hurt the plant.
Illi sighed because sighing and grunting were all his ravaged vocal cords could do. He would have dearly loved to give a dissertation on the probable motivations of the plant, notably its hemophagic desire for nutrients and probable growth strategy, but that was impossible. Orc needed to be more observant.
Wriggle free of the vines, then consult my notebook for ways to deal with immense, blood sucking plant monsters.