Friday, January 25, 2008

A Hero's Farewell

The Ruins of Rhest
Brandar valiantly dies fighting a hugh 2 headed Ettin, his head ruptureing like a melon between two hugh fists, bone, blood soaked hair and grey matter oozing between massive sausage like fingers. Brandars last crying chop of his axe delivers a casterating blow to the ettins genitals, forever allowing brandar to smile in death knowing that this particular Ettin will never again reproduce.

Kulin gets blasted from the out streched finger of a hidden hobgoblin, nothing but a pile of ash is left after the smoke from the massive fireball clears. In the exchange it looks as if Kulin was in the process of casting a spell that never will be finished. It is said amoung the elves of starsong hill that the ending of that incantation can still be heard, echoing through the Blackfens on a clear night.


Glok looks over head as the shadow of Sa'arvith and Regarix loom over head. As the beginings of a spell touch Gloks lips Sa'arvith lets loose a vicsous barbed arrow slamming glok to the wall and pinning his shoulder to the ancient granite beyond. The spell failing in a puff of useless magic upon his lips, glok reels in pain. Landing 10 feet in front of the pinned form of Glok, Regarix takes a deep breath in, chest heaving, ready to blow its liquid acid at any second upon Gloks feeble form. Sa'arvith laughs, "After all this time of hunting, searching and trying to track me down for killing your only friend among your people, it is only fair that before I kill you, I tell you why...Your own people, your tribemen, your chieftains and shamans hired me to kill your only friend and one of their own council members. They wanted you out and they knew this was the only way for you to disappear. So take this to your grave, knowing that your own poeple betrayed you and after I kill you, know that I and Regarix will finish the hunt, finding and bending the will of your two wolves to serve me...Regarix, release this goblins life!" With that the dragon exhales mightly upon the helpless form of Glok, a line of pure liquid acid blasting Glok in the front of his body, disolving flesh and bone, chest wall collapsing and entrails spilling from the liquid hole in Gloks abdomen, the acid finally eating all the way to his spinal chord.


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