Grass

Grass was a fucking legend. He was played by Tropingenie, originally in [campaign], and later became a Wizard of Shapsar after the system was updated.

## Background

Grass started off as a normal PC in [campaign]. However, he disappeared after his adventuring party. It was later revealed that he had been drafted into the Wizards of Shapsar, becoming a fully-fledged wizard in the school of environmentalists shortly after the revolution in magical theory that removed the threat of meltdown became widespread.

## Campaigns

### [campaign]

Grass, originally, was not named Grass. However, throughout the campaign, he developed a unique style of hit-and-run tactics, where he distracted his enemies by mimicking others' voices, then bursting out of the grass in which he hid spear-first, creating what he called "scarecrows."

### Napolean Must Die

-Helped build the plane that flew them to St. Helena
-Asked the grass about where Napolean was. They told him that Napolean often tread lightly across the grass. However, there came a time when a coffin was removed from the island; that the trees' roots told many stories of Napolean spending time undergound, and that there came a day when Napolean disappeared.
-The group moved to search the monastery
-"Tread lightly on the Earth, and the earth will tread lightly upon you!" Used the grass as a shock absorber to weather the earthquake.
-When they entered the cellar, Grass thought to weather the wall for a moment, but Hammer beat him to it
-Spectator showed up shouting "That's historical! This is the monastery Napolean stayed!"
"And we are here to kill him."
"Napolean's dead!"
"And soon, so too will you be."
The bystander started running.
-"Run run as fast as you can, you cannot escape the very land!"
The bystander started falling into the grass as if it were quicksand, and when just his head remained above the surface one of Hammer's hammers crushed it.
"Nice work there, Grass."
"You as well, Hammer."
-The party entered the tunnel, and walked to what appeared to be a strange docking bay
-Seeing the tunnel going down, Grass summoned a grass flood
"Hold on to something."
"The grass?" queried Tibia.
"Not the grass. Something secure."
Grass flooded into the chamber, blade by blade, until it washed the party down the hole.
The party began reaching dangerous speeds, so Grass began forming drag parachutes. He compressed some other grass, shooting it ahead of the party to form a large cusion.
The party landed with a "huhh," the grass cusion adjusting nicely to their landing.
Seeing Hammer climbing down, Grass lamented Hammer's lack of faith in the grass, remarking that grass appeared weak to many.
-Came across a heavy set of doors that appeared hammered by hand
Hammer pulled out an inexplicably hard hammer.
"I'd recommend ye take a step back."
"I think I will," replied Grass.
Watching hammers fly out of Hammer's pockets, the party continued to back away.
After Hammer broke through the door, Grass realized it was actually a gate. When the guards of Napolean's empire started pointing their rifles, Grass suggested to Pip and Nick that they pretend to not know him.
However, when hammers started flying, Grass still attempted to help by restraining the guards with blades of grass.
As the fear-inducing blood began to spray, Grass stuffed his nose with grass to prevent the fear-inducing scent from affecting him.
-After Nick's fireball fiasco, the party continued onward. Grass agreed with Nick that it was time to move loud and fast.
As Hammer gathered his hammers, Grass gathered his grass in an aura around him
Everyone then started leaving their own cosmetic trails of their various abilities. They did a cool action movie team walk towards the no-longer unsuspecting city.
"And now, the Wizards walk to war." quipped Grass.[1]
The army, clearly who had been expecting an attack for a long time, was arranged behind their defenses, musket at the ready.
A hail of musket fire flew from the armours.
"Wizards: Assemble." stated Nick.
The others made their defenses, while Grass became one with the grass at his feet, turning himself into grass.
Then Pip got shot. Grass, like the rest of the group, paid him no mind as Pip tried to staunch the bleeding.
As they drew near, the plan unilaterally became to "beat them up."
Nick took off, Grass trying to keep up and get his share of the murder. As Tibia's arms flopped like rubber, and Hammer's hammer elemental pierced Grass' incorporeal body with hammer projectiles, grass ropes snaked over the soldiers, tightly binding the remaining mobile soldiers at Grass' command.
As they struggled, the ropes of grass turned into tiny razor blades, cutting into the soldiers' flesh.
Leaving the bone dome, and the injured Pip and Tiberius behind, Grass sped forward to continue his hunt for Napolean, calling forth a grass flood on the city.
He located the fortress, with defended by muskets and cannons.
"Take root, my brethren! Meet with your brethren in the land above!"
Grass called forth an army of Grass, with Nick and Hammer pouring their powers into a pulsating sphere to arm his soldiers. From every crack between the cobblestones, a blade of grass emerged. They quickly grew to six feet tall, then limbs... And before they knew it, there was a bamboo of army, each stalk armed with a pair of flaming hammers, steam puffing from their stems.
They leapt with great speed, bullets nearly useless, to slaughter the musketeers.
"This is the power of grass. Cower in fear!"
Hammer then began chargin a fortress breaker, a massive flaming hammer made of the strongest grass. But their combined powers was not enough. The melding of grass and metal caused turbulence in the magic, overheating the metal as the fire entered the spell. The cave began tearing itsself apart, collapsing around them, as if dozens of fortress breakers were hitting the sides of the cave.
"I am Grass. Grass does not fear the earth."
Grass recommended the others take cover in the forge, as he had no corporeal form.
He slipped voer the walls, doing things only animate grass could do, sliding through the hallways.
Suddenly, he heard the name "Napolean," being uttered, and slithered sneakily into a chamber in the palace.
Almost invisible, he secreted himself away behind a statue, observing Napolean. The Frenchman was standing near the edge of a tunnel, next to a large barrel with a drill on the edge.
There were officers speaking with the Emperor, saying they were unable to fight back against the sorcery being used against them. Napolean stroked his chin.
"My empire fell before... Will it fall again?"
As Napolean gave his speech, Grass slithered above him. Then, he began slithering into the drill machine, stretching himself into single blades of grass and blending in with the green floor tiles.
He slipped through the cracks in the barrel, and waited in the darkness. Very soon, a small bit of light shone in, as Napoleon began turning on the machine.
Hidden behing Napolean, Grass thought "Now is the time to strike." as the barrel began drilling rapidly forward.
"Ahh," Napolean sighed in victory. "I am safe at last."
Then, Grass slipped a rope over his neck. Napolean began to panic as he struggled to stop from being choked.
"Who are you?! I am Napolean!"
"I'M GRAAAAAAASSSSSSS"
Grass slid into Napolean's lungs, and the Emperor burst into strips from the inside.