Shadowydreamer’s Scribbles
A Place where a Dreamer throws up stories.
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A new beginning - an old enemy
Rassis poked Kydaan in the wolfy shoulder. “YOU’RE the Ranger, YOU go scout.”
Kydaan turned his head and started to groom his tail.
Rassis considered wacking the elf with his staff. “I KNOW you can talk in that form. SHE does all the time.” He gestured at Sheylanna who was smiling in amusement.
Kydaan’s ears twitched but continued to ignore the monk.
“Elves. Go fig.” Bob offered, scraping the last of the crud off his impossibly shiny armour.
Rassis headed down the hall muttering to himself in Iksar. Something about the old ways, cookpots and large fires.
“So, uh..” Seonaed said, “Do we just stand here?”
“Oh yes, long standing tradition. The group stands around waiting while the scout throws themself off into danger to lure a few of the nasties to come to us. We then defeat those nasties and send the scout off to find some more.” Sheylanna was fixing her hair in the reflection of her shield.
“That’s bizarre. Why not just go find the nasties as a group?” Seonaed asked. “What if the nasties don’t want to come to you?”
“They ALWAYS want to come to us.”
“INCOMING!” Rassis yelled, scattering debris as he raced back down the hall. He dived between Seonaed and Bob, to clutch at his throat, ack, and fall limp at Tagliente’s feet.
“Wha..?” Seonaed asked, turning.
“He’s faking, watch out for Zombies!” Tagliente gestured at the shambling monsters coming their way.
“Great, lets ask them for directions instead of wandering the halls for six hours looking for their boss.” Seonaed mumbled.
“Ohh, she is the daughter of a druid.” Tagliente grinned.
“Oh.. shut up.” Sheylanna told him, sending a jet of flame into the nearest zombie.
“OH GODS.” Seonaed gasped, swinging her sword, “Slime, putressence and burning zombie. This place stinks.”