Masterful Chef(W/U)R
Creature - Goblin (W/U)R,t: deal 1 damage to target creature. If a creature you control that was dealt damage by this ability dies this turn then return target creature an opponent controls to its owners hand and untap ~.
Sly thought for a moment of his time at sea. He remembered fleeing his home over the waters. At one point in the jorney the ship that they were on was almost swallowed whole by a Whirlpool. He remembered thinking that nothing could survive getting pulled into that natural force of destruction.
The mantoth skittered back and just out of range of the deadly blade. it hissed as an arrow cracked its shell along the abdomen. The web pinned one of the monsters arms to its body for an instant before it spat an acidic stream onto the mass that sizzled through the mess.
The little creature's cheeks glowed a soft purple and she gave a small smile. then her large eyes narrowed and the purple transitioned to more of a maroon.
Grimacing, Sly pulled the eye of the beholder out of his pocket.
Sly - "If light is what they want..."
Suddenly the needle grew to the size of a rapier, it's hilt was wrapped in white thread. The needle sword burst into a furious aura of sunlight. (At least that's what it was supposed to do)
The other mantoths were still roaming in the distance between them and the castle. One or two of them looked in the direction of the group when their kin screamed but they seemed otherwise disinterested. Darla could see an opening under the thing's massive claw as it slammed one of the slavering hounds to the ground. The other hound leaped onto the mantoth's arm. Jeb's arrow hit true but seemed to be lodged in the chitin uselessly. He was too far away to be able to duck under the thing safely. As they noticed the vast distance behind the beast and with it's surprisingly swift movements it soon became apparent that they wouldn't likely be able to outrun the thing on foot even if they did get past it.
As they approached they could see the features of the large insects more clearly. They resembled a mantis but were fifteen feet tall and covered in six inch spines. When they got close enough to one to speak to it the thing immediately smashed a summoned owl to pulp with a single swing of a claw. The monster let out a shrill scream at the group.
For a few minutes that seemed like all the elf would do, but after a couple more drinks in, the man began peering around the bar, looking suspiciously around. Falthor got the feeling that the elf somehow sensed he was being watched. He looked angry and confused.
After some time walking on the path the group came to another open field. In the distance they could see the castle. It looked like a straight shot from their position. Although between them and the massive front gates they could see several large lanky looking insects. Exactly how large it was hard to tell from this distance but they were big enough to be dangerous to be sure.
The bar was crowded with an array of different people from merchants to fighters. Falthor could see the rough looking elf sitting on a bar stool drinking a beer.
Sly - "So the brotherhood of mages wanted a painting so badly they were willing to buy it from a servant of the owner? If you say so. My name is Sly, a pleasure I'm sure."
Creature - Goblin
(W/U)R,t: deal 1 damage to target creature. If a creature you control that was dealt damage by this ability dies this turn then return target creature an opponent controls to its owners hand and untap ~.
Winter Garden
Creature - Changeling
Unearthed Grudge
Sly - "Try imagining a whirlpool... A big one."
Snake - "We would need quite a sizable lizard to be convincing... You know where to find one?"
Girl - "Why were you chasing me anyway?"
Sly - "If light is what they want..."
Suddenly the needle grew to the size of a rapier, it's hilt was wrapped in white thread. The needle sword burst into a furious aura of sunlight. (At least that's what it was supposed to do)
Scarface - "You again, decide you didn't get enough at our first meeting?"
Sly - "So the brotherhood of mages wanted a painting so badly they were willing to buy it from a servant of the owner? If you say so. My name is Sly, a pleasure I'm sure."