JharyOConnah
Explorer
The troll and one-eyed ogre laughed as Selythin kept up the aerial antics.
The ogre, in his booming, drunken voice spoke: "Sel. That's a right poncy name." He pointed at the troll while casually picking up a very large rock from the ground. "That's Boris."
He hefted the stone up and cast it directly at Selythin. "And I'm Boulder. Hahaha!" The big rock went wide and plunked into the water. The pair of monsters continued to laugh their asses off.
The prince was fairly certain that the ogre'd been trying to smash him with a stone. He was getting farther and farther away though. The two didn't seem like they were in a rush to follow or engage.
Selythin from the air and everyone on the boat saw the broken and battered castle looming ahead of them. There are giant scorch marks all over. Tiny smoldering fires remain. Black, thorny vines have replaced the greenery that usually surrounds the castle.
Alan got lost in his own thoughts. Something about this place was familiar, but the memories were locked so deep inside his head it hurt to access.
Ralph Crenshaw felt the glowing blue sword, now sheathed at his side, vibrate. He felt the blade surge with energy and it almost leapt from the scabbard of its own accord.
Eovin and the gathered fey spotted a bariur step toward the bank of the river ahead of the row-boat. He waved at the group and spouted something about a ride across the river.
The boat got closer.
Selythin, still in the air, saw into the upper floor of the castle ruins. Inside he saw more shadow, chaos creatures, beasts formed from divergent aspects of animals and things never seen. Wings, fur, claws, and teeth.
Below, it looked like the row-boat had escaped the ogre and troll.
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The ogre, in his booming, drunken voice spoke: "Sel. That's a right poncy name." He pointed at the troll while casually picking up a very large rock from the ground. "That's Boris."
He hefted the stone up and cast it directly at Selythin. "And I'm Boulder. Hahaha!" The big rock went wide and plunked into the water. The pair of monsters continued to laugh their asses off.
The prince was fairly certain that the ogre'd been trying to smash him with a stone. He was getting farther and farther away though. The two didn't seem like they were in a rush to follow or engage.
Selythin from the air and everyone on the boat saw the broken and battered castle looming ahead of them. There are giant scorch marks all over. Tiny smoldering fires remain. Black, thorny vines have replaced the greenery that usually surrounds the castle.
Alan got lost in his own thoughts. Something about this place was familiar, but the memories were locked so deep inside his head it hurt to access.
Ralph Crenshaw felt the glowing blue sword, now sheathed at his side, vibrate. He felt the blade surge with energy and it almost leapt from the scabbard of its own accord.
Eovin and the gathered fey spotted a bariur step toward the bank of the river ahead of the row-boat. He waved at the group and spouted something about a ride across the river.
The boat got closer.
Selythin, still in the air, saw into the upper floor of the castle ruins. Inside he saw more shadow, chaos creatures, beasts formed from divergent aspects of animals and things never seen. Wings, fur, claws, and teeth.
Below, it looked like the row-boat had escaped the ogre and troll.
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