Gateway, Winter Night 1, 354 AC
The walking goblin dead took five steps before it collapsed to its knees. The front portion of its goblins face and scalp started to bubble and pop, remind Odren of a stew he once tried to make. The bubbling and popping intensified until the face and bone melted off revealing an insect the size of Odren's own fist. It stared at him as he stared at it, a horrific combination of spider and crab.
"A DEMON SPAWN!" Odren screamed as he pointed his left index finger shakily at the spider-crab. His right eye twitched as his right hand anxiously rubbed the large stone on his giant tortoise's back.
The spider-crab sprouted wings, breaking through the sides of the goblin's skull, sending out bone and tissue shrapnel and completely destroying the goblins head. The goblin's body fell to the ground like an old and ugly ragdoll as the large insect began to fly and buzz around. The creature stayed close to Odren as if considering the dwarf.
As the spider-crab circled Odren one more time, as Odren cringed in abyss-born anxiety, a narrow, long, and pink tongue shot out. Odren blinked as it made contact with the large flying insect. The tongue and the insect fell to the freshly snow covered ground. The tongue, inch by inch, reeled in the spider-crab. Bringing it closer and closer to a nearby mound of earth, dust and snow.
The spider-crab screamed. It was an ear drum splitting and piercing noise. Odren thought for sure his ears would bleed after this. The scream made him think of infants dying, or of rabbits being cruelly butchered for reasons other than food. How he knew of either, Odren hadn't a clue, but he was sure the scream brought to him those distinct images. The pink tongue, and the insect finally disappeared into the mound, followed by a crunch and then silence.
"DEMON SPAWN!" Odren screamed as he pointed at the mound. He tumbled as quickly as he could off the back of Torz. He gathered up as much of the fresh snow as he could. Rolled it into a red dust-stained snow ball, hurling it at the mound. "Go back from which ye came!"
The snowball hit, and Odren smiled, feeling his foe vanquished. Until the mound started to shake as two scorpion-like tails protruded. On the end of one, an eyeball, on the other a stinger. At the end of the stinger the tell tale pink tip of the tongue he had only seen only moments before.
"Torz?" Odren said as he scratched his head, "is that your mother-in-law's Winged Trade dinner?"
The pupil on the eyeball narrowed as it stared at Odren.
Odren gestured crudely at the rude eyeball. The unstable dwarf climbed on top of Torz once again. Tapping the on Torz's head and pointing at the scorpion tail with the eyeball
"Snap it's eye off Torz!" Odren shouted. Torz dove into the floor of the plains, burrowing with a single minded focus, that Odren couldn't hope to ever understand.
Torz's back barely stuck out of the ground. Odren felt as if he were speeding through a white and red sea as the, the dust, dirt, and snow churned up in Torz's wake.
Torz's launched his head out of the floor of the plains, his mouth posed to take a significant chunk out of the eye stalk. Odren balanced perfectly on the back of the tortoise, his club swinging on its chain, whistling in the chill air.