The beast was all fury and hate, flashing claws and deadly spikes. A Manticore.
Gildrid went down first from swipe of its massive claws. Nemon's brilliant armor was pierced by poison spines. Gruffydd and Gustav rushed forward to drive the beast back from Gildrid's fallen form.
Mellion loosed bolt after bolt into the manticore with little effect, while Miss Adventure put on her magic boots.
Another swipe of the claws and Gustav fell. Miss Adventure was gone, with only the drifting dust to show she had left. Mellion was fumbling with a broken string on his crossbow. The dwarf, Gruffydd, stood alone.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Not dead yet.
Sorry for the lag in our story. My only excuse is life. Hope to post soon. The gang is getting back together end of the month for new stories.
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