King of the Rats
A rat, that is what I am. Well, to be exact I'm a man rat. an abomination of untold proportions, a deviant to the beauty of mother nature. Born to inhabit the dirtiest of sewers and the deepest of holes. To hide away beneath the dirt only leaving to hunt down some of the weaker prey. That is the race I was born into. The weakest of the weak, a fetid and miserable group whose hatred for one another is only beaten by our immense dislike for Goblins. Those scummy little green trash. But me, I am an outlier to this, an anomaly of sorts. For I was not born a brainless buffoon who can only feel hatred and hunger. I was born intelligent.
Ice Ice baby
The battle did not last long. It might take hours to exhaust each other fully but as soon as one of us new they wouldn't win there was no point continuing.
The ice wall slowly collapsed in front of me, and I felt the mystical power that kept it secure slowly withdraw deeper into the cavern.
Victory.
Thankfully it seems my guess was correct in that certain things take more spirit to do certain things compared to others. Creating something out of thin air seemed far more taxing than destroying something and absorbing it somewhere else.
If there's one major positive I now have more ice stored up than I could ever hope to need. If I ever want to cool a drink down I'm more than ready.
The cave doesn't look particularly inviting with jagged rocks lining the entrance. It does make you wonder if this is all really a good idea. Regardless of intentions, we've not really had the best start, considering the fact that we're breaking into his home.