Okay, here's a good distraction: If it doesn't scare him out of his wits, we can just roll initiative, because idk what to say or do anymore, and I'm sick of this scene.
Besides, I wanted to cast it on somepony anyway.
>>91153Still staring Willowbrooks in the eye, Sister Ash does not flinch at the site of the two new arrivals, either unintimidated by them or too distracted by her moral tirade to care. If one looked closely, they might notice the slightest bit of steam rising off of her clothes.
Her eyes seem to peirce into the stallion judgmentally, before she nods her head subtly as if making an decision, flicking her now unshawled ear back to reveal a small, glittering rosary of holy and mistletoe behind it in her mane.
After a brief moment's silence that feels like a week **(pun intended...)**, she speaks.
"... I don't think you understand.. Why don't I
show you!"
She casts 'Vision Of Punishment'.The last words almost seem to resonate as the verbal component to a spell, and for a moment Willowbrook finds himself not in his chair: Not here, not now, but somewhere horrible in the future.
His body is pressed into the earth, all four of his limbs having rotten off into oozing sores, his carcass strewn about the ground like a maggot, flesh boiling. All around him he can see volcanic phumes spewing out of cracks in the searing hot volcanic rock.
*SNAP*
Searing pain jolts into his back as a voice shouts at him from behind in a language he does not understand, but nevertheless, his desecrated body inches forward mindlessly like a caterpillar, it's flesh boiling and stripping off as it scrapes against the superheated earth. Thousands of other maggots crawls alongside him down into a vast and dark crater in the the rock, all the while beling kicked, lashed-at and impaled by dark figures too tall to see, cackling in the same untintelligible language. At last, his body makes it to the center of the crater, and without further command, drops into the darkness below.
After falling for what feels like an eternity, he realizes the true nature of his nightmare: he's not in Equestria anymore; he's in Tartarus.
The vision feels like a thousand years, but it only lasts a few seconds before he returns to the present in cold sweat.
This isn't an illusion or enchantment spell, but a divination spell: there is no will save to disbelieve, because it's an actual reflection of what punishment awaits his life without the salvation of a deity.He gets a 15 DC Will save to avoid vomiting, otherwise he'll just be sickened for two rounds as his mind recovers from the trauma.
Sister Ash's legs visibly tremble as the sacrifice component of the drastic spell deals 1d3 strength damage to her body.