Unsung
First Post
The mezzoloth drives the man-catcher into the left shoulder of Shard's gleaming armor-- hard enough to dent and bruise if not yet draw blood. Unfortunately for it, the force of landing the blow causes it to lose its footing on the lake of conjured grease, and it tips back and slams to the floor again, spreading the grease further up the walls.
Behind it, the two Torch refugees look like they're having their share of trouble navigating the spell as well, but they're crawling away down the hall, away from the fiend.
Behind it, the two Torch refugees look like they're having their share of trouble navigating the spell as well, but they're crawling away down the hall, away from the fiend.
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