10-27-2015, 03:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-27-2015, 04:04 PM by DM Surranó.)
The spider appraises the rapier's thrust and uses its eight eyes to pinpoint which offender the attack came from. Its pincers smoke with poison so potent the pure smell assaults the nostrils of the gnome and draws tears into his eyes. He blinks and in by the time he opens his eyes again the next things he can see are those very same pincers penetrating his belly and coming out on his back. Cold sweat beads upon his forehead and feverishly shaking, his knees surrender to gravity. Everything gets black...
... luckily it was just another mirror image but it was so close Portho felt like he was bitten in half.
[The spider now has three ugly gashes but still holds its stations. Onwards to turn 4!]
... luckily it was just another mirror image but it was so close Portho felt like he was bitten in half.
[The spider now has three ugly gashes but still holds its stations. Onwards to turn 4!]
