Manbearcat
Legend
Your breath comes in ragged, choked gasps. You feel an ache in the labrum portion of your shoulder, surely a product of the wrenching it took to hold onto your nearly hilt-deep buried sword. Rawr's heavy paw has you by the chest, his life-rending claws have torn through your cloak.
But both of you are at rest, severely inclined on the trench's slope, a few feet from the tar-like guk of the slowly flowing necrotic river.
As you finally gather yourself and pull your blade free of the earth, two things appear; one out of both sides of your peripheral vision.
Several, 3 foot tall, vaguely humanoid creatures straddle, stand atop, or poke their heads out of the rotten remains of an old log. Standing just at the periphery of the edge of your light (Reach - 15 ft), you can see their gangly, thin-limbed forms. Pointy ears flank disproportionate, bulbous heads. Large eyes are dominated by an intense purple glow in the middle that somehow imparts malevolence and curiosity simultaneously. All of those eyes are transfixed on you.
From your other eye, a flash of movement. Rawr is positioned to be looking at you after his half-rescue. His back is to the river. From the river rises a black wave. A wave of necrotic ooze that casts a shadow in your light spell. A shadow over Rawr that he doesn't see.
In unison, the eyes give voice to their collective transfixed state. A high-pitched, wheezing, urgent chorus:
"Ooooooooooooooh...shiny..."
But both of you are at rest, severely inclined on the trench's slope, a few feet from the tar-like guk of the slowly flowing necrotic river.
As you finally gather yourself and pull your blade free of the earth, two things appear; one out of both sides of your peripheral vision.
Several, 3 foot tall, vaguely humanoid creatures straddle, stand atop, or poke their heads out of the rotten remains of an old log. Standing just at the periphery of the edge of your light (Reach - 15 ft), you can see their gangly, thin-limbed forms. Pointy ears flank disproportionate, bulbous heads. Large eyes are dominated by an intense purple glow in the middle that somehow imparts malevolence and curiosity simultaneously. All of those eyes are transfixed on you.
From your other eye, a flash of movement. Rawr is positioned to be looking at you after his half-rescue. His back is to the river. From the river rises a black wave. A wave of necrotic ooze that casts a shadow in your light spell. A shadow over Rawr that he doesn't see.
In unison, the eyes give voice to their collective transfixed state. A high-pitched, wheezing, urgent chorus:
"Ooooooooooooooh...shiny..."