[Thancred dodges the monster expertly enough, and Shuma-Gorath lands in the snow, its tentacles writhing, lashing. Stephen seems to be such an easy target, having not so much as moved when his friend took him by the shoulders to give him a good shake. It's almost as though he's gone slack yet frozen in place, his hands still caught mid-gesture in some aborted cast.
And, indeed, the monster lurches its huge eyeball towards the sorcerer, as though contemplating what to do next. Then... it simply ignores him, lumbering in Thancred's direction again.
Fortunate? Not exactly.
Because it's then that Stephen finally moves again, though there's something ineffably strange about his gestures; he doesn't move with the precision of someone focused and conscious, but rather someone who seems caught in the dredges of a trance. A thrall.
But even so, a spell carves its way through the air, following his fingertips, sizzling amber. Energy bursts forth in a single beam soon after -- bafflingly directed straight towards Thancred.]
no obligation to pick this back up if it's been too long!
And, indeed, the monster lurches its huge eyeball towards the sorcerer, as though contemplating what to do next. Then... it simply ignores him, lumbering in Thancred's direction again.
Fortunate? Not exactly.
Because it's then that Stephen finally moves again, though there's something ineffably strange about his gestures; he doesn't move with the precision of someone focused and conscious, but rather someone who seems caught in the dredges of a trance. A thrall.
But even so, a spell carves its way through the air, following his fingertips, sizzling amber. Energy bursts forth in a single beam soon after -- bafflingly directed straight towards Thancred.]