Terra Sphere was an entertaining distraction from real like problems and real life... well anything else really. Aiden had logged on and slipped easily into Rook's odd characteristics, helpfully grounded by the game's odd way of simulating magic in hand. It was easier to fall into them, their view, and their world when he felt the brush of odd things living in planes that couldn't be seen. Rook was more than happy to set out, still hunting down a fetch quest item. Apparently the book in question had been lost when the cart carrying the scholar's items from out of Stokbon to her new country home had gone missing. It was assumed to have been attacked by wolves or bandits and Rook had no problem walking the paths it should have taken to find it.
Rook found something odder than a broken down cart piled with or emptied of good. No, no their eyes spied the oddest little thing. A whirl of color and light dancing like a will-o-wisp or faerie fire in the distance. It moved at an incredible speed and there was something entirely unnatural about in, even in a virtual game, that marked it as special. They grinned and moved closer to the edge of the path to watch its dizzying near flight. With a curious tilt of their head they drew forth the tarot deck and pressed out a wisp of mana toward the patrons of the planes. The image of the odd rainbow made whole was pushed toward them and hungry jaws lashed forward at the speed of such prey.
The Fool, Reversed. The Eight of Swords.
Recklessness. Imprisonment.
A Naturamancy spell was called forth as ordered by the patron that had taken up the call. The fox-like snout Rook could feel prying at the bounds of its planes and acting through their mana and cards parted with a tremble. It felt like a tree had fallen inside their skull. The spell itself manifested as the cards slid together and spiraled into a mass of twisting roots that fell to the ground and vanished. In the path of the approaching wabbit, a spell-made trap of thick roots burst from the ground to try and ensnare the creature and crush down around it with a grip like steel. The patron's jaws snapped shut in a reality no one could see.
Thrown die:
+2 for Astramancy
