FitzTheRuke
Legend
Escella remembered the shaman well. An albino gnoll who appeared to have been from a different tribe to the local gnolls here. They seemed to be scared of her, and she had the ear of the local gnoll warchief, who was also likely to be around here somewhere. She shivered to remember the eerie, high-pitched chanting of the shaman, who danced around above her while she was trapped in the bottom of a pit for days, sleepless and alone.
The ordeal had changed her; given her magical powers (or perhaps it had unlocked power that she had always had, somewhere inside her). Either way, it had been torture. Escella would soon see if revenge would satisfy, or only make things worse.
The ordeal had changed her; given her magical powers (or perhaps it had unlocked power that she had always had, somewhere inside her). Either way, it had been torture. Escella would soon see if revenge would satisfy, or only make things worse.