Dalea's weapon cracked into some carapace, but found it difficult to make much damage. She saw the glimmer of ruby flecks fly about as her dagger struck downward.
The great beetle roared and began to charge at Quinn, who was finding that the wagon could be moved slowly.
Alexis' shot rang true, though it didn't seem to affect the carapace of the beast. However, as it began to gout flame forward, Quinn's dagger tore through wings, causing the creature to blast fire upward, rather than onto Arl.
It landed on the ground with a colossal thump, releasing some sort of a scream and snarl.
Kherren struck the worm with full-bodied force but it didn't seem to make too much difference. It's rotating maw span fairly quickly, its teeth almost looking like a white whirlpool. It started to pull itself out of the ground, moving higher.
The Bards have a tradition, a song as old as the first drink (which is pretty old), and the song goes like this:
There was a dark friend of mine,
Who only drank the sweetest wine,
He laughed and sang
And bared his fangs,
Only to stumble home after...
There was a garrish friend of yours,
Whose precious ale could burn through ores,
He drank and stole,
And cuddled a vole,
Only to stumble home after...
There was a human bloke from here,
He fed his donkey some awful beer,
He wobbled and fell,
Almost in the well,
Only to stumble home after...
An Elexian gent was rather frisky,
He treated himself to garrish whisky,
He got stabbed with a knife,
Over another man's wife,
Only to stumble home after...
Around these, parts, there's many a greel,
For a taste of some gin, they'd probably steal,
Your house, your wife,
And everything nice,
Only to stumble home after...
I watched an Oscaran get angrier,
As he drank sangria after sangria,
He curb stomped a thug,
While finishing a jug,
Only to stumble home after...
An aesini artist stood at the bar
Holding some vermouth that tasted like tar
He painted her nose
And then stole her rose,
Only to stumble home after...
And they invite you to sing along... and add your own
Servius, having not moved, was thrown upward and away from the point of impact by this burst of air, dirt, and dust. Bone fragments splintered further and flew in many directions. Through the dust and debris, the group could make out the appearance of a giant wyrm, with a rotating maw. It roared.
The wagon appeared to be safe as the earth blasted upward, leaving dust and clods of earth flying in every direction. There was a massive buzzing sound. Through the debris, the group could see some sort of gigantic beetle, wings flapping at an alarming speed. The creature glimmered red, and there was the sound of air rushing, as it seemed to be drawing in the air.
The great beetle roared and began to charge at Quinn, who was finding that the wagon could be moved slowly.
Hart cursed as he tried to look around. The soulbeast slid into gauntlet form.
It landed on the ground with a colossal thump, releasing some sort of a scream and snarl.
Lucian felt something tickle his boot.
There was a dark friend of mine,
Who only drank the sweetest wine,
He laughed and sang
And bared his fangs,
Only to stumble home after...
There was a garrish friend of yours,
Whose precious ale could burn through ores,
He drank and stole,
And cuddled a vole,
Only to stumble home after...
There was a human bloke from here,
He fed his donkey some awful beer,
He wobbled and fell,
Almost in the well,
Only to stumble home after...
An Elexian gent was rather frisky,
He treated himself to garrish whisky,
He got stabbed with a knife,
Over another man's wife,
Only to stumble home after...
Around these, parts, there's many a greel,
For a taste of some gin, they'd probably steal,
Your house, your wife,
And everything nice,
Only to stumble home after...
I watched an Oscaran get angrier,
As he drank sangria after sangria,
He curb stomped a thug,
While finishing a jug,
Only to stumble home after...
An aesini artist stood at the bar
Holding some vermouth that tasted like tar
He painted her nose
And then stole her rose,
Only to stumble home after...
And they invite you to sing along... and add your own
Soul Beast - Such terror... such delight...
Hart - If you are scared of death and its environs, yes.
He looked for where Yaagh was.
The ravine proved to be littered with rotting meat and bones.