hewligan
First Post
Charging down the stairs comes a twelve-foot-long creature with the body of a lion, a scorpion’s tail fitted with dozens of razor barbs, huge bat-like wings, and a deformed humanoid face. Kael recognises it at once as Manticore that attacked him.
The stuffed beast’s poorly maintained fur has fallen away in places, but it moves with a fluidity and hunger that makes it appear all too alive.
Kael glances at his companions, the colour draining from his face, as he wonders if this is once again a personal vision. The shock and purpose that is etched across the face of his companions convinces him that everyone can see it this time.
A manticore. A dead, stuffed, but somehow moving manticore.
It pounces down the last few stairs, landing with the ready hunch of a cat about to attack.
OOC: Initiatives and actions please. No surprise round for anyone, as clearly you heard it and it knows about you.
Here is what a living manticore looks like, but this one is anything but alive:
The stuffed beast’s poorly maintained fur has fallen away in places, but it moves with a fluidity and hunger that makes it appear all too alive.
Kael glances at his companions, the colour draining from his face, as he wonders if this is once again a personal vision. The shock and purpose that is etched across the face of his companions convinces him that everyone can see it this time.
A manticore. A dead, stuffed, but somehow moving manticore.
It pounces down the last few stairs, landing with the ready hunch of a cat about to attack.
OOC: Initiatives and actions please. No surprise round for anyone, as clearly you heard it and it knows about you.
Here is what a living manticore looks like, but this one is anything but alive:
