Bright Eye,
Winter Night 2, 354 AC
Odren stopped before he hit the wall
and turned to face the creature. An intensity burned in his eyes as he glared at
the thing that tried to grab at him. “I hate demons!” Odren simultaneously shrieked
and stuttered. “Demons! You die like one!" Odren snatched a crossbow from
one of the dead hobgoblins and fired off a shot without checking to see if it
had still been loaded. Luck was with him as a bolt flew from his weapon and
into the creature. The bolt grazed its
leg and the creature gurgled and hissed bearing even more of its fangs.
Chai spun his body out of reach of
the grasping tentacles while slashing with his dagger but striking only air.
Chai could smell the rotted carrion
on its breath as it wheezed at him. The cleric could see a deep unhealed gash
along its side.
“It’s a choker,” Chai spat, “It has
been wounded but still. beware its grasp!”
Gharad nodded and gripped his
longsword with both hands. The warrior swung at the creatures neck only to feel
the hilt of his weapon slip free from his hands. Gharad cursed and then the
thanked the gods above as the blade stuck into the choker and knocked it on its
back.
Odren smirked and let out a dark
laugh as he eyed the prone beast. The dwarf loaded another bolt, took aim and
fired. The choker screamed as the bolt buried itself deep into its side. Chai
knelt over the choker with his dagger in hand and stabbed at its hard. The creature
twisted its body and the cleric’s dagger missed.
Gharad raised his foot to stomp on
the head of the writhing monsters only to slip and fall on top of the creature.
The creatures tentacle caressed Gharad’s cheek, as if mocking the warrior.
“Didn't know you were into that
type,” Chai teased as the warrior lay on top of the creatures head. The choker
struggled to find Gharad’s neck but its tentacles only wiggled around in weak
confusion as the warrior’s body obscured its vision and blood loss sapped its
strength.
It tries to get a
hold of Gharad but it is too week to find purchase on the warriors neck
Odren knelt and aimed at the still
exposed portion of the monster. He let loose his bolt and watched as it grazed
Gharad’s back.
"Damn creature," Chai
cursed as he tried to stab and found his blade would not peirce the choker’s
rubbery hide.
Gharad struggled to his feet and
pulled his blade free. The choker stopped flailing and shrieking as black blood
poured out and stained the stone floor.
“Finally,” Chai stood up before the
blood cold soak his robes.
"If only I landed that bolt,” Odren
sighed and grumbled. Odren walked over to the dead choker and pulled his bolts free,
sticking them into his belt. "Those demons always trying ta get me."
Chai looked around at the finished walls
and the masonry. Mumbling and whispering to himself.
“What?” Gharad demanded.
“This is not a mine,” Chai
explained, “this is a tomb. One that predates the Cataclysm.”
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| They live but was it luck or skill? |
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