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Tristan Staghorn
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"You will not walk away unscorched!"
Tristan quickly gathered all the strength he could muster, ready to throw his fiery tornado at the wild mage. With a look of despair, his old friend, Numair Salmalín, moved his lips, speaking in a tongue that made the air screech. Suddenly Tristan felt a deep magic gripping his body.
First his feet stuck together. He looked down to see wood, with roots growing out to clutch the dirt beneath him. Next his arms stiffened, reaching out towards the sky, sprouting branches and leaves. Finally his chest began to harden.
Tristan gasped for air bye got none. Just as suddenly as the power grasped him, it let go. Tristan's need for breathing ceased. He was a stiff, unmoving tree.
He just felt … bored.