In that case, Trahearne felt free to put on a show.
He gestures with the piece of bone, and two dark portals ringed with green-purple energy form about twenty feet away from each other. Out of one portal emerges a minion nearly as tall as a person, bent over and rooted in place, its physical structure based on the wurms from his home world. Two much smaller minions hopped out of the second portal, rat-like tails swinging lazily behind them.
"The small ones can self-detonate, but I'd rather not do that while there's a risk of injury to either of us. The flesh wurm is much easier to demonstrate." On cue, the larger minion rears back and spits a large glob of a sickly-looking substance at one of the smaller bone minions. The unlucky little thing doesn't even flinch, for it can't feel pain, but its muscle and bone is starting to sizzle thanks to the gunk covering it.
Trahearne glances back over to the Fool, "I ought to also show you my death shroud. You can think of it as a defensive form - it shrouds me from harm, but I can only use it for a short amount of time. It's powered by a sort of energy that's the easiest to take from other living creatures." And with that, shadows erupted around Trahearne's form, wispy on the edges like a dark mist with only his yellow eyes shining through the shroud with any clarity. Trahearne raised a hand, and began drawing tendrils of a green-tinted energy out of his minions. The three of them collapsed as the energy that had animated them was taken, rendering them into unmoving lumps of flesh that were already starting to quickly deteriorate into dust.
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He gestures with the piece of bone, and two dark portals ringed with green-purple energy form about twenty feet away from each other. Out of one portal emerges a minion nearly as tall as a person, bent over and rooted in place, its physical structure based on the wurms from his home world. Two much smaller minions hopped out of the second portal, rat-like tails swinging lazily behind them.
"The small ones can self-detonate, but I'd rather not do that while there's a risk of injury to either of us. The flesh wurm is much easier to demonstrate." On cue, the larger minion rears back and spits a large glob of a sickly-looking substance at one of the smaller bone minions. The unlucky little thing doesn't even flinch, for it can't feel pain, but its muscle and bone is starting to sizzle thanks to the gunk covering it.
Trahearne glances back over to the Fool, "I ought to also show you my death shroud. You can think of it as a defensive form - it shrouds me from harm, but I can only use it for a short amount of time. It's powered by a sort of energy that's the easiest to take from other living creatures." And with that, shadows erupted around Trahearne's form, wispy on the edges like a dark mist with only his yellow eyes shining through the shroud with any clarity. Trahearne raised a hand, and began drawing tendrils of a green-tinted energy out of his minions. The three of them collapsed as the energy that had animated them was taken, rendering them into unmoving lumps of flesh that were already starting to quickly deteriorate into dust.