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Ciliphan Galaril calmly watches as his more missile-inclined companions help stave off the gnoll invasion... Upon the hillock, the army of Little Dell and Band of Twilight fire arrows, bolts, and spells at the dogmen--dropping them like goblins...
Suddenly from the forest caves, roaring into the fray come gnoll-trained girallons! Four-armed, savage, albino gorillas! They storm up the hills tearing through the peasant armies--dropping them like goblins...
One particularly fierce girallon rushes the Band's hill, with hot rage burning in its eyes...
This is my chance to shine...and show the party what I'm made of, thinks the newly recruited Ciliphan. He hefts his falchion in his oak-colored, elven hands--muscles taut with the adrenaline of battle. The mutant gorilla's hackles raise as it sniffs the air and tosses aside a ragdoll peasant...
This is my chance... Ciliphan charges the girallon, whose enormous simian head turns to face its foe... The calm, focused wood elf manages a potent cut through the creature's thick abdomen, and he thinks:
Why rely on bows and spells? A fine sword and strong arms--
Strong arms... The enemy girallon's four powerful arms thrust vicious claws at Ciliphan, ripping through his leather armor and drawing blood. Ciliphan guards against what he can, but the beast is simply too strong to block! Each claw then grabs an elven limb....arm, arm, leg, leg...and PULLS...
Ciliphan shrieks as he is rended limb from shredded limb, and the Band of Twilight share a collective wince.
Poor, poor Ciliphan...he was only a 4th level fighter, and decided to full attack a girallon. Just one example of a hero blunder...
What've you got?
Suddenly from the forest caves, roaring into the fray come gnoll-trained girallons! Four-armed, savage, albino gorillas! They storm up the hills tearing through the peasant armies--dropping them like goblins...
One particularly fierce girallon rushes the Band's hill, with hot rage burning in its eyes...
This is my chance to shine...and show the party what I'm made of, thinks the newly recruited Ciliphan. He hefts his falchion in his oak-colored, elven hands--muscles taut with the adrenaline of battle. The mutant gorilla's hackles raise as it sniffs the air and tosses aside a ragdoll peasant...
This is my chance... Ciliphan charges the girallon, whose enormous simian head turns to face its foe... The calm, focused wood elf manages a potent cut through the creature's thick abdomen, and he thinks:
Why rely on bows and spells? A fine sword and strong arms--
Strong arms... The enemy girallon's four powerful arms thrust vicious claws at Ciliphan, ripping through his leather armor and drawing blood. Ciliphan guards against what he can, but the beast is simply too strong to block! Each claw then grabs an elven limb....arm, arm, leg, leg...and PULLS...
Ciliphan shrieks as he is rended limb from shredded limb, and the Band of Twilight share a collective wince.
Poor, poor Ciliphan...he was only a 4th level fighter, and decided to full attack a girallon. Just one example of a hero blunder...
What've you got?

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