Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28270366-20161217071036/@comment-28270366-20170112021625

(The champion simply deflect the spike away. Nearby witch doctors zap you with strong ether magic that nearly weakens your flesh.)

Tachnaloput: Sorry Tentacular Thorn but the reason I put you in this special prison is that your kind is a threat to our everyday lives. You treat us like toys, we'll treat you like food. That ether magic bolts will cook you if you try resisting. So calm your tentacles down and let your friend do the job.

You have nothing to do but give Sea Sap to Camilla.

Wukong: Calm your anger down, Cactopus. If we are to get out here we must let the tradition go on. You don't want to become a Cactus Kabob.