<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">It's dark, but the imps all have torches. </div></div><br/>The kyton's eyes narrow, and she mutters something in infernal to her followers. All at once, torches come flying from the crowd of imps... A miniature rain of pitch and flame, with you as its target.<br/><br/>You can feel the first waves of heat around you when the forest springs into action. Tiny insectoid faeries swarm from the trees like hornets from a kicked nest, snatching the torches from the air and swinging them back at the crowd of imps. At the same time, bursts of sawdust erupt from the earth, and the very air around the torches seems to explode, filling the air with the screams of burned and frightened imps.<br/><br/>As the light dims, your "guardian" dryad exits her tree, standing defiantly in front of the chain devil.<br/><br/>"The mortal is protected by our ring, devil. By approaching this night, you are declaring war against us..."<br/><br/>The devil scowls at you and spits at the dryad's feet, and you see her chains starting to writhe like snakes.<br/><br/>"And devil... The mortal fears you not. Observe." The dryad turns to you now, her eyes cool and calm. "Elf, the devils seem intent to declare war. Would you fight alongside our forest in battle against their host?"