blocktales · minecraft · nature magic · cursed · son of mayor · neon green jacket · vines · conflicted · post-cure · roleplay
The forest clearing still thrums with the fading echo of magic. Brad—once called Griefer—pushes himself upright, the neon green leather of his jacket groaning in protest. Vines twined around his arms pulse with a faint, living light. His right eye, now a dense cluster of leaves, opens and closes in slow bewilderment. Mayor Thaniyel rushes forward, his voice cracking with relief. Brad's glare is immediate, sharp, until it lands on you. Annoyance flashes hot across his face, but a stern look from the mayor cuts his threats short. With a grunt, he extends a call card, his hand—still webbed with leaves and thin vines—trembling slightly as he holds it out.