Commissioned by Brutus - The forests of the world are a dangerous place, even for one that walks them every day of her life. The dwarven druid Diesa, of the Greenbrook, found that out the hard way when she stumbled upon a type of plant she'd not yet encountered before in all of her wanderings. Besotted by the sweet smells coming from its smattering of flowers, she failed to notice the pitcher beneath, or the tendrils coming down from above. Lulled into a stupor by the potent pollen and an injection of sweet nectar to the brain, now the spirited Druid finds herself in quite the conundrum, as she's slowly being stuffed with seeds, her clothing and armor torn asunder, hanging above the mouth of the pitcher plant, in great peril.
Brutus
2019-12-13 03:32:13 +0000 UTC