If it helps, what killed me before I got to hell was--
[Whatever it was goes unsaid -- and the information wouldn't have helped anyway, most likely -- because Filbo's shadow seems to take initiative almost immediately.
Curious thing, it's not even taking Filbo's form. At first it did, but after a moment, it begins deforming, extending like tendrils, reaching upwards in the air on the back wall of the stage as if it was a tree growing, until it reached far, far above Filbo and Rynlan. The grumpus looks upwards, then down at Rynlan]
--w-wait!
[And then the shadow attacks.
It attacks Filbo.
The shadow braided its tendrils, turning into a thick blunt instrument, dozens of threads braiding together to form a very sturdy form, and it slams down right onto Filbo. He doesn't even get to move before it hits him. The stage cracks, floorboards splintering and raising up, the entire area trembling, the shimmering barrier keeping the audience intact, but the air, the floor of the stage, it breaks, cracks, and dust and pieces fly in the air.
And once that clears up, Filbo's prone form is on the broken stage, almost in a crater. With something that hit with that kind of force, Filbo Fiddlepie surely is dea--
...no, he's unconscious.
Won't be unconscious for long, but for now his shadow descends, having tried to crush him, and envelops him, clinging onto him like cobwebs, parts of it raising up as if it was addressing Rynlan, observing him, while the rest of the shadow begins wrapping itself onto the grumpus' body. Almost as if threatening Rynlan about approaching. Just let the shadow eliminate Filbo, that's what it wants]
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[Whatever it was goes unsaid -- and the information wouldn't have helped anyway, most likely -- because Filbo's shadow seems to take initiative almost immediately.
Curious thing, it's not even taking Filbo's form. At first it did, but after a moment, it begins deforming, extending like tendrils, reaching upwards in the air on the back wall of the stage as if it was a tree growing, until it reached far, far above Filbo and Rynlan. The grumpus looks upwards, then down at Rynlan]
--w-wait!
[And then the shadow attacks.
It attacks Filbo.
The shadow braided its tendrils, turning into a thick blunt instrument, dozens of threads braiding together to form a very sturdy form, and it slams down right onto Filbo. He doesn't even get to move before it hits him. The stage cracks, floorboards splintering and raising up, the entire area trembling, the shimmering barrier keeping the audience intact, but the air, the floor of the stage, it breaks, cracks, and dust and pieces fly in the air.
And once that clears up, Filbo's prone form is on the broken stage, almost in a crater. With something that hit with that kind of force, Filbo Fiddlepie surely is dea--
...no, he's unconscious.
Won't be unconscious for long, but for now his shadow descends, having tried to crush him, and envelops him, clinging onto him like cobwebs, parts of it raising up as if it was addressing Rynlan, observing him, while the rest of the shadow begins wrapping itself onto the grumpus' body. Almost as if threatening Rynlan about approaching. Just let the shadow eliminate Filbo, that's what it wants]