Herobizkit
Adventurer
... the Goblin stands behind the carbine weapon, the Lizardman looking on in anticipation. Neither of them notices the near-invisible gas leaking from the unit.
The Goblin presses the trigger, a loud whirring is heard as the weapon primes...
Then a blinding flash of light...
Smoltt "Warthog" Wartaugh
Warthog awoke with a sputter and a snort. His massive black beard knocked over a can of oil as he flailed about, trying to right himself. He had fallen asleep at the helm, having been left behind to act as sniper for the group.
Things had been quiet, so quiet... and peaceful... until now.
Warthog rubbed his eyes and peered over the rock embankment in which he had set up his bunker. His allies... no, friends... no, allies (he reassured himself with a tight-lipped frown) were in danger and he had left them in the lurch.
He gave the carbine weapon a suspicious sideways glance, wondering if his dreams would come to life. He was certain they wouldn't, after a quick moment's consideration.
Were his dreams to come true, he certainly wouldn't be HERE, right NOW.
He scampered up to the carbine, readied his hand on the crankshaft, took aim, and prepared to fire...
The Goblin presses the trigger, a loud whirring is heard as the weapon primes...
Then a blinding flash of light...
Smoltt "Warthog" Wartaugh
Warthog awoke with a sputter and a snort. His massive black beard knocked over a can of oil as he flailed about, trying to right himself. He had fallen asleep at the helm, having been left behind to act as sniper for the group.
Things had been quiet, so quiet... and peaceful... until now.
Warthog rubbed his eyes and peered over the rock embankment in which he had set up his bunker. His allies... no, friends... no, allies (he reassured himself with a tight-lipped frown) were in danger and he had left them in the lurch.
He gave the carbine weapon a suspicious sideways glance, wondering if his dreams would come to life. He was certain they wouldn't, after a quick moment's consideration.
Were his dreams to come true, he certainly wouldn't be HERE, right NOW.
He scampered up to the carbine, readied his hand on the crankshaft, took aim, and prepared to fire...
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