((prepare for a really long post))<br/><br/>Moving as quckly as he could, rorik blimdly jumped across ponds, roots, past trees and rocks, and suddenly into a clearing full of mud.<br/><br/>"Ah great..."rorik mumbles, trying to free himself from the mud.<br/>"Hey- wait a minute-" he remebered them ud at the pond. Being at least four yards from the edge, with his feet stuck in pretty badly, Rorik had to struggle to escape.<br/><br/>But the vines that inhabited the island wouldn't let it be that easy. A vine shot up and got his left ankle, Rorik quickly dispatched that with a swipe of his balde. Another shoots up around his eyes. Unable to take risks as for finishing Hydran,(still across his shoulders) he threw her out of the muddy reaches, hoping that she landed in a somethign soft.<br/><br/>His attention turned to the vines, as more and more shot up from the mud. Constanly shootign off firaga after firaga, he realised that the magical strain on his body was weakening his physcvial condition. Panic took over, he was now waist deep in mud, constanlty tryign to hack and slash every vine that came up. But therec seemed to be an infinite supply of vines, for every one he cut, two more took its place. Struggling to keep his head up, Rorik took a final breath as he was pushed down into the mud.