FitzTheRuke
Legend
The Chwingas chittered and gestured, dancing around the group. They all turned into flies and buzzed quickly through the door. With no one left to hold the door, it closed behind them, under the magic of the place. The Chwingas took up places behind posts of the balcony, safely out of sight as the flies flew over the large room below.
The sleeping hag snored as her ants patrolled the room in circles. Presumably they would notice a person walking nearby, from the vibrations, but they took no notice of the flies swirling overhead.
There was a large cage in the room, whose occupant had been obscured by the green smoke when they were here earlier, but now it was revealed - it appeared to be Chrysagon. Not the goat-person that they had last seen, but a young, bald, naked Chrysagon. He had pale, almost translucent skin and vestigial feathered wings on his back. He sat on the floor of the cage, bored and depressed.
The sleeping hag snored as her ants patrolled the room in circles. Presumably they would notice a person walking nearby, from the vibrations, but they took no notice of the flies swirling overhead.
There was a large cage in the room, whose occupant had been obscured by the green smoke when they were here earlier, but now it was revealed - it appeared to be Chrysagon. Not the goat-person that they had last seen, but a young, bald, naked Chrysagon. He had pale, almost translucent skin and vestigial feathered wings on his back. He sat on the floor of the cage, bored and depressed.
