The dead know no peace in the dark
Feb 19, 2021 13:03:02 GMT -5
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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on Feb 19, 2021 13:03:02 GMT -5
The drow warrior struggled, but found himself paralyzed. A man in polished silver armor and tabard with a purple dragon stood before him giggling. “Sorry for that,” the man apologized as he stopped the giggle fit, “It’s a habit I developed from being around an old ally. Now then I believe you and your friends thought to kill me, but it appears I’ve turned the tables on you.”
The emaciated man strode about the scene of the skirmish that had occurred moments ago. He continued talking to drow, “Now then you and your people have upset those of the surface. As such they’ve decided to send the milkman below to right the great wrong that you all have done to them. I’d tell you I’m not going to enjoy this, but that would be a lie.”
The man smiled and opened the satchel at his side. He pulled out a black bladed dagger, looked at the drow and said nonchalantly, “You’re going to feel much better when I’m done with you. Don’t fret my dear you’re just the first of my collection. Soon there’ll be more and more and this grand old city will be nice and orderly again.”
There was a flare of excruciating pain before his vision went dark, but the sounds of wetness sloshing about echoed in the drow’s ear for what seemed an eternity.
The emaciated man strode about the scene of the skirmish that had occurred moments ago. He continued talking to drow, “Now then you and your people have upset those of the surface. As such they’ve decided to send the milkman below to right the great wrong that you all have done to them. I’d tell you I’m not going to enjoy this, but that would be a lie.”
The man smiled and opened the satchel at his side. He pulled out a black bladed dagger, looked at the drow and said nonchalantly, “You’re going to feel much better when I’m done with you. Don’t fret my dear you’re just the first of my collection. Soon there’ll be more and more and this grand old city will be nice and orderly again.”
There was a flare of excruciating pain before his vision went dark, but the sounds of wetness sloshing about echoed in the drow’s ear for what seemed an eternity.