[The tree was a mess. Bark had exploded off some parts of it, leaving bare patches that looked burned as well. A few limbs fallen off and rested amongst the mess of bark, the smell of burning wood intense. Fire even burned within the tree itself, it cracked open enough to bare proof of flames flickering inside of it.
All sings of a lightning strike- but it looked as if it had all came from within the tree in a way. Save for one thing-
There was a handprint beneath that cracked opening, bark and bare wood scorched; spiderwebbing black lines burned outwards from fingertips of the print.
Vibrant in the firelight, and perhaps as further evidence to what had happened, was a sticker from the party. An ox on it, curled a little at the edges. Fallen off when 76 had fled the scene; suddenly appeared there at the now burning and broken tree. A slight shadowy mess as well, like footprints, slowly fading away in to the air.]
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All sings of a lightning strike- but it looked as if it had all came from within the tree in a way. Save for one thing-
There was a handprint beneath that cracked opening, bark and bare wood scorched; spiderwebbing black lines burned outwards from fingertips of the print.
Vibrant in the firelight, and perhaps as further evidence to what had happened, was a sticker from the party. An ox on it, curled a little at the edges. Fallen off when 76 had fled the scene; suddenly appeared there at the now burning and broken tree. A slight shadowy mess as well, like footprints, slowly fading away in to the air.]