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With the elf's response that the monster was currently 'fair game', he wearily stood back up and grabbed it's lower half. There were usually fewer organ-ey bits in the legs, which meant more meat and less of things that weren't as good eating.
Fragrush held the legs ginerly, with the size difference being laughable, he could proabably eat them in a single bite. And so he did, tossing them into his mouth, along with whatever the creature might have been wearing. And the priest was right, it tasted terrible. Bitter and salty, with a hint of char. Fragrush would probably want to stop after two, maybe three. But not after less than one.
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Riadon stares at the odd display of fine dining. "Is this... really the best time to be eating? I'm sure it'd still be there when we finish..." Still, as long as the other monster wasn't being a jerk, he supposed there was a bit of downtime, if only a few seconds.
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The half monster oozes and twitches obscenely. The little wizard mostly hides the disgust he feels at the sight of it, but not entirely. "I'm going to look for the rest. If you hear a rather attractive elven voice saying 'Ahhh, no. It's got me, it's got me' that means I've found them." He walks off down the road.
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Ingle Land? Last edited by Caput; Mar 6th, 2011 at 06:37 PM. |
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Fragrush turns to Riadon, "Listen, I might be impressive and massive and unstoppable, but I'm not an Something I'm making up from cyclopean culture. Think immortal guardian, someone who never tires. Not that anyone else would know it, but yeah.unblinking eye. It's hungry work being as awesome as I am. Now, go after the elf, I don't want him to get eaten if I can avoid it." He picks up the center piece of the creature, and starts to pick off the extra-crunchy outer shell, part of which might have been a suit of armor. "Go on, get, or I'll eat you too."
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A horrible wail issues from a small side street. It's definitely one of the creatures and it sounds like it's in trouble.
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"Ah, good." Fragrush grins through a mouthful of gristle and salty 'meat'. "That sounds like what we were hoping to hear."
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Faranath- You spot a running monster below you. It's heading up a side street and right towards the group. It'll arrive on the street where you found the wounded elf in a matter of moments.
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Ingle Land? Last edited by Caput; Mar 10th, 2011 at 05:37 AM. |
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The last remaining creature emerges from a side street, just around the corner from Fragrush, who has just swallowed the last chunk of flesh from the first creature to fall to his axe. "Ahh, that hit the spot." He murmurs, just before noticing the creature emerging from the side-street.
His massive axe still in hand, and even from the sitting position, it comes around in a high overhead arc - nearly twenty feet away the axe crushes into the monsters chest, bones snapping and it's legs giving away underneath it. Since it didn't look to be getting up, frag takes this opporunity to pick some bits of gristle form between his teeth. These creatures were much chewier than they seemed at first, maybe he would stop after one.
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Fanarath dips his wings and swoops down toward the monster, giving him a breath of miasma as he passes over.
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The the creature screams as it's flesh withers and wounds open all over its body. It runs out into the street and right towards Fragrush. It's still a fair distance away from him, but it's within running distance of pretty much anybody.
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Ingle Land? Last edited by Caput; Mar 26th, 2011 at 08:53 AM. |
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Riadon foolishly bravely charges the melting creature, poking it vigorously with his sharp stick.
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The sword goes straight between the ribs. As you draw it out, black gunge rushes from the wound and the monster's mouth. It falls to the ground, gurgling away what remains of its life.
Orriniel comes walking back along the road. "Ah, you got it then. Excellent. I'm pretty sure that's the last of them. How's the civilian, and has anybody seen the nymph?"
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