TTRPG creations: 123/365: Garden Singer

Garden Singer

 Wings beat throughout the caverns, a cacophony of thunder claps. Rocks split and tear at its passing, cracks rip throughout the ground. Vines strike up, mold grows in mass, grass grows in grand swathes. Each snap of the moss wings brings renewed life within the grotto. Once barren, lifeless places of the deep find renewed purpose. 

Cultists reject the gifts it brings, the rapid onset change is far greater than any god they sacrifice towards. It brings horrendous confusion, grappling and groping foliage grabs at them. Man sized venus fly traps snap down on limbs. The flying horror jabs down with an acid black stinger.

The caves are an ally, the ground a friend. It will drive away every interloper. Crush and defile all non believers.