Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150827222708/@comment-5543592-20150828130533

Ragnar easily tore the vines away, sometimes pulling long strands down in coils and snapping them off, until all that remained was the roots. He braced himself in front of those, choose a position where the roots blocked what could be a perfectly good hole, and slid his hands into the gap. He faced his palms away from each other, and each hand curled around a root. He then began pulling them apart slowly. The root groaned twitched, trying to resist the new pressure, and Ragnar's arms shook under the strain. it wasn't easily to move a centuries old plant. Eventually, there was a crunching sound, and the rotos gave, leaving the group an entrance that even Ragnar's broad shoulders could comfortably fit through. With that, he stepped aside.