216 Chapter Two Hundred and Sixteen – Giger was a Bad Influence 4yr

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For some strange reason, I was absolutely sure it was coincidence, the winds didn't blow them out of the Stillflight area as they fell. Sure enough, the winds were all suddenly blowing in and down. These elemental creatures of air, who should have been able to tread the winds like the lawn I didn't have, dropped like stones. Well, soapstone or pumice, maybe, but that just meant the winds had more effect. The semi-corporeal wendigos, materializing to get some food for perpetually empty bellies, found they couldn't go back ethereal, nor ignore He Who Is King gravity anymore.

They smashed into our meteor shelter of Ward Walls, bounced off to the sides with rather shocked shouts of pain, and scrabbled instinctively at the stone with claws of solid air and congealed ice, hanging on in shock and disbelief as the winds dragged them down...

March march march, crossbows held at arms swinging down. Poinkpoinkpoink!

Damn, that +15 (or higher) or so penalty to climbing checks to an unskilled climber from taking damage was truly nasty. Aieeeee... off they went on their pilgrimages.

Zipzipzip, Shards flew out; a few Fire and Lightning Reserves detonated; some breath weapons disda