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!uGYNBMPzOs 01/06/11(Thu)01:26 No.13415072>>13414942
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>4 roll botch, since you dont see a total failure very often
"The more you tell me, the more glad I am to have kept you on, Blackbird. Would you mind telling me what precisely a swampshadow is while I center myself?" you ask, letting your eyes close halfway.
"Big creatures, nearly the size of your spite by the time they are halfway grown, the largest are said to be of size with the Drakes, and other bastard children of the immortals, though I have yet to see one that large. They wake at night, red predatory eyes and thick black scales, often covered in grasses and moss, they move so slowly as they hunt their prey, long, black claws, harder than Mithia and sharper than all but the finest of Duchy blades." the orc of the Old Clans begins, his practiced storyteller timbre easing you into your meditative state "Their long tails covered in bony plates that can shatter every bone of a Lacertas body in one sweep. when the time to strike is at hand, they move like lightning, six legs launching them from the black, murky water and freeing their scales from their leafy growths. The beasts roar is enough to make even the most stalwart of hunters cower in fear, their bite strong enough to shear a warhorse in half. strong and cunning one must be to best one on your own terms, even better to survive the beasts attack. Some legends say that the Freed Lacerta of the Inland Swamps rode the beasts into battle, when they drove the dragonkin from their home. that, my friend, is a Swampshadow." As the story ends, you rise, and walk to the riverbank. All night and into the late morning you push yourself, eventually, a cracked, yet smooth surface protrudes, just barely above the waterline. You collapse backwards into waiting arms, even as Degrians engineers rush forwards to shore up the bridge before the river sets about claiming it again. You awaken early in the morning, across the river. |
