[ If it is indeed a rebel mage, it appears to only be one, at least; Dorian stands with his feet firmly rooted in the Hinterlands dirt, wielding a staff pointed rigid approximately for the bears snout. And if it is, indeed, a rebel mage, it's one who's bothered to groom at all in the past twenty-four hours. Most of them are too busy, you know, having a war.
In short, he doesn't appear to be from around here, even at a glance and between the claw-torn cracks in blackened wood.
He flourishes his staff, finishing by staking the blunt end of it into the earth, and another burst of crackling energy dances forth to momentarily cage the animal in forking tongues of white light. In its distraction, Dorian chances a glance for the hut, only maybe gets the impression of human life hidden behind bear-ravaged door. ]
If you were planning to run for your life or join in on the fun, [ he shouts-- well, announces is a better description for what his voice does in general ] now would be the time!
[ Another jab of his staff in the air as the bear seems to come to, and another burst of energy. Weaker, this time. ]
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In short, he doesn't appear to be from around here, even at a glance and between the claw-torn cracks in blackened wood.
He flourishes his staff, finishing by staking the blunt end of it into the earth, and another burst of crackling energy dances forth to momentarily cage the animal in forking tongues of white light. In its distraction, Dorian chances a glance for the hut, only maybe gets the impression of human life hidden behind bear-ravaged door. ]
If you were planning to run for your life or join in on the fun, [ he shouts-- well, announces is a better description for what his voice does in general ] now would be the time!
[ Another jab of his staff in the air as the bear seems to come to, and another burst of energy. Weaker, this time. ]