Lughaidh
LOO-ee
Just as the gigantic scaled monster opens it’s maw to flip it’s feathered morsel deeper into it’s gullet a string of attacks beset it from either side. Violet and golden magic pierce his leathery exterior while the bladed warrior besieges the beast's snout. The attacks were unexpected and the pain unbearable, forcing the crocodile to drop it’s prey. Turning it’s massive body slowly in the sand it swipes at the nuisance before it, whipping its tail at Serres. The young warrior having found renewed strength easily sidesteps the attack, Serres watches as something the size of a small rowboat slams into the sand next to her.
The Lizardfolk, embolden by the show of strength by their pet, move to strike at their victims. One moves forward to attack Seres. First with a large wooden club embedded with black shards, the crude weapon swings wide. Yet, the wiley lizard man follows with a bash of it’s spiked turtle-shell shield. It hits Serres center mass, threatening to stumble her backwards, but she keeps her footing.
The other scaled one charges forward to meet the undead dwarf. Only its club connects, the crystalline shards rake across 1372’s foul visage. The weapon rips a substantial amount of flesh away and the lizardfolk hisses “Hshhhhhshh!” Unfamiliar with the ego of undead creatures, it slams its weapon against the shield to provoke the dead dwarf.
When Vesper was tossed by the monster she landed next to her spear. Face first in the sand, Vesper just now begins to feel the effects of Amadeus’ magic. Some of her wounds begin to close.
The Lizardfolk, embolden by the show of strength by their pet, move to strike at their victims. One moves forward to attack Seres. First with a large wooden club embedded with black shards, the crude weapon swings wide. Yet, the wiley lizard man follows with a bash of it’s spiked turtle-shell shield. It hits Serres center mass, threatening to stumble her backwards, but she keeps her footing.
The other scaled one charges forward to meet the undead dwarf. Only its club connects, the crystalline shards rake across 1372’s foul visage. The weapon rips a substantial amount of flesh away and the lizardfolk hisses “Hshhhhhshh!” Unfamiliar with the ego of undead creatures, it slams its weapon against the shield to provoke the dead dwarf.
When Vesper was tossed by the monster she landed next to her spear. Face first in the sand, Vesper just now begins to feel the effects of Amadeus’ magic. Some of her wounds begin to close.