JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
Brother Pelegon swaggers along with the others, appearing as if he spent the night drinking more of the strong lizardfolk liquor instead of sleeping. When the scouts say their farewell, the monk salutes them silently with a motion as if making a toast with his flask.
Overbalanced, the aasimar falls backwards, then rolls with the motion and spins so that he stands, once more, but now facing the camp. The roll was pretty silent, and Pelegon grins.
And proceeds to step on the only dry twig for miles around, which snaps a bit loudly here in the swamp.
Overbalanced, the aasimar falls backwards, then rolls with the motion and spins so that he stands, once more, but now facing the camp. The roll was pretty silent, and Pelegon grins.
And proceeds to step on the only dry twig for miles around, which snaps a bit loudly here in the swamp.