Story Time!
Gruffin’s breath came in deep and sharp gasps. His side hurt where a fallen’s blade had cut – deep enough to hurt and bleed but shallow enough to not be threatening.
raising his gauntleted hand to wipe the blood from his face, he stared intently at the huge double doors before him. He had reached his goal, and behind the doors awaited his destiny.
Andariel waited.
Slowly he made his way forward, the marble floor slick with both blood and gore. Countless fallen had waited here, the last line of defence protecting andariel herself. The battle had been intense, quarter was not given or requested, until eventually the last foul creature lay twitching on the floor – it’s bowels separated from its body from a savage parry and riposte.
He stole himself several seconds as his face came within inches of the doors. He noted the faded wood grain, and the splashes of blood that pooled slowly upon the floor.
Then with a bellow of rage he pushed his way through the door. A misshapen darted at him from his left. It died with a double swing of his twin axes. A short battle raged until finally andariel herself made her way into the fray.
“die maggotâ€
gruffin choked on a cloud of venom as it was hurled at him – and he could feel the life drain from his body.
Andariel slashed at him with her claw-like hands, scoring deep cuts along the barbarians chest. Gruffin staggered from the blow, quickly taking a potion sold to him by the witch akara. His body warmed, and his strength returned.
He threw himself forward, dodging a overhead blow from the lesser evil that would have torn his body in two…he cut quickly at andariel’s midsection, penetrating the tough hide. Thick venomous blood flowed out of the wounds, snaking their way down the blades and shaft of his weapons – burning his hands as the blood bit into his skin.
He drove on, chopping, hacking, slashing forcing andariel back towards her grotesque throne. Threatened now for the first time, realising her time was nigh she attacked with renewed fury – creating venomous wave after wave and attacking with blind rage.
Andariel screamed as his final attack penetrated both her chest and scalp, biting deep and causing her black soul to flee to the bowels of hell.
Gruffin dropped to one knee, the poison now eating away at his own lifeforce. Slowly he dragged his way to the portal to the rogue’s camp. Slowly. Painfully slowly, and when blackness took him, he knew not where he was…heaven or hell…
Gruffin’s breath came in deep and sharp gasps. His side hurt where a fallen’s blade had cut – deep enough to hurt and bleed but shallow enough to not be threatening.
raising his gauntleted hand to wipe the blood from his face, he stared intently at the huge double doors before him. He had reached his goal, and behind the doors awaited his destiny.
Andariel waited.
Slowly he made his way forward, the marble floor slick with both blood and gore. Countless fallen had waited here, the last line of defence protecting andariel herself. The battle had been intense, quarter was not given or requested, until eventually the last foul creature lay twitching on the floor – it’s bowels separated from its body from a savage parry and riposte.
He stole himself several seconds as his face came within inches of the doors. He noted the faded wood grain, and the splashes of blood that pooled slowly upon the floor.
Then with a bellow of rage he pushed his way through the door. A misshapen darted at him from his left. It died with a double swing of his twin axes. A short battle raged until finally andariel herself made her way into the fray.
“die maggotâ€
gruffin choked on a cloud of venom as it was hurled at him – and he could feel the life drain from his body.
Andariel slashed at him with her claw-like hands, scoring deep cuts along the barbarians chest. Gruffin staggered from the blow, quickly taking a potion sold to him by the witch akara. His body warmed, and his strength returned.
He threw himself forward, dodging a overhead blow from the lesser evil that would have torn his body in two…he cut quickly at andariel’s midsection, penetrating the tough hide. Thick venomous blood flowed out of the wounds, snaking their way down the blades and shaft of his weapons – burning his hands as the blood bit into his skin.
He drove on, chopping, hacking, slashing forcing andariel back towards her grotesque throne. Threatened now for the first time, realising her time was nigh she attacked with renewed fury – creating venomous wave after wave and attacking with blind rage.
Andariel screamed as his final attack penetrated both her chest and scalp, biting deep and causing her black soul to flee to the bowels of hell.
Gruffin dropped to one knee, the poison now eating away at his own lifeforce. Slowly he dragged his way to the portal to the rogue’s camp. Slowly. Painfully slowly, and when blackness took him, he knew not where he was…heaven or hell…
