04-24-2016, 09:08 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-24-2016, 09:09 AM by DM Surranó.)
The "toddler" hides behind a rock the size of a sugarmelon and waits for the worst to happen. Yet, he's fully surprised when he hears a croaked cackle behind himself. Gathering his willpower he turns around to see an elderly human in chain mail, holding a heavy shield and a warhammer, a cloak wrapped around his shoulders. How did he get here all of a sudden, without the slightest noise made?
The man grins malevolently, looking at the toddler, then suddenly stomps: Boo!
It looks like the old man enjoys scaring gnome toddlers. The yell alone would scare the jermlaine enough but the tone of his voice is so eerie that Toot feels the very air freezing around him.
In front of him is a man who could eat him in two bites. Behind him is a corner 65ft away beyond which he suspects more nasties of this kind.
Choices, choices...
And in this very moment Toot hears a slurring noise, like a furry creature rubbing tight against stone. It comes from behind the man. Maybe from the tunnel dug by the thoqqua?
The man grins malevolently, looking at the toddler, then suddenly stomps: Boo!
It looks like the old man enjoys scaring gnome toddlers. The yell alone would scare the jermlaine enough but the tone of his voice is so eerie that Toot feels the very air freezing around him.
In front of him is a man who could eat him in two bites. Behind him is a corner 65ft away beyond which he suspects more nasties of this kind.
Choices, choices...
And in this very moment Toot hears a slurring noise, like a furry creature rubbing tight against stone. It comes from behind the man. Maybe from the tunnel dug by the thoqqua?
