With Galzega in ruins, and guarded over by the might of a giant scorpion, Liceyi turned his sights on a town just downstream from Snakesscrubs. A quiet town by the name of Ithrosdotep
They struck fast, and they struck hard. They infiltrated the great inn that stood as the town's meeting point, and had stormed inside before the mayor could even realize what was happening.
Mayor Athrab Gukizobsha, who had been planning his re-election campaign for some weeks now, was "fed to the wolves" in a manner he had not at all expected.
Liceyi took his body and threw it outside at the nearby townsfolk who had come to see what the screaming was about. A man who had been pleasantly eating a piece of cow flesh was stunned to such an extent that his meal fell limply from his hands and thudded onto the ground.
Wolves, unicorns and scorpions fought with fang and claw, hoof and sting. The soft humans stood not a chance in fair combat against these creatures. Their contraptions, however. Those handheld ballistae with their vicious bolts and gruesome twangs, they could bring death to the woodland creatures with unnatural swiftness. Although the humans themselves were inferior, they were capable of crafting things much greater than themselves.
Liceyi danced among the fur and chitin in a blur of swift footwork and vindictive strength. He brought the ceremonial club of ironwood down upon the bones of many a human, snapping bones and mashing skin to aid his forest companions. A guard came at him in an attempt to rid the snake of its head, but Liceyi had grown to fast for such blunt tactics. With but a whisper of sound, he sidestepped the guard's rushes with an uncanny grace, causing the guard to become even more blinded by his rage and his determination to bring the elf down.
Liceyi positioned himself carefully, and when the guard came at him again he sidestepped to reveal the giant scorpion behind, tail raised and pincers gleaming with blood. A scream managed to make its way out of the guard's mouth before it was silenced permanently by the lightning-fast movement of the scorpion's stinger plunging itself into the guard's abdomen.
As the wickedly curved stinger entered the guard's guts, the guard gave an unsettling "*glurk*", and drifted down onto the ground where his face remained in that almost comical expression of astonishment until the carrion birds ate it off.
More guards came to the call, a pikeman and a hammerman, brandishing their weapons in a desperate attempt at scaring the invaders away. Such was, of course, not the case.
Four of the unicorns charged them with heads lowered and horns pointed. One had the sense to step out of the way of the charge, the other had no such tactic. With a popping sound, the horn of the closest creature drove itself throguh the guard's breastplate and sank deep into the flesh beneath, breaking apart ribs in its questing for the guard's lifeblood.
The pikeman leveled his weapon against the unicorns, only to find his grip broken by the insistent maw of a wolf, one of many that now circled around the guard. As the pikeman saw the pack closing around him and spreading to enclose him in their ring of death, he saw his fate. As utter, crushing revelation dawned in his eyes, the wolf behind him leapt onto his back and sank its teeth into the nape of the guard's neck.
Again the wild forces of nature triumphed over the weakling forces of men. Blood ran in the gutters as water after a storm, and the dead paved the streets with their bodies. As day began to give way to an eerie twilight, Liceyi rummaged around in his pack for a small pouch crafted of spider's silk. From this he took a single reddish-black seed, its shape reminiscient of a sickle moon, and placed it inside the chest cavity of a peasant who had had his life ended by a unicorn's intervention.
The black vine seed took root almost instantly in the still-warm flesh of the dead man, its tendrils spreading through the musculature like veins of black blood. Within days the town would look as though it had grown a full head of black, twisted hair as the creeper took in every drop of blood that had been spilled.
Liceyi stood back for a moment, watching the vine growing with its unusual speed. Once he was satisfied that the job had been done, he called his companions to him and left the ghost town. It was best to not stay nearby, lest the vines grow too hungry...
---------------*~*The dream clouds over*~*-----------------
Egh, this is getting hard to write for. Most of the fighting I just described never happened, since things just don't work out in a heroic fashion when you've got a bunch of wind-up wolves and stuffed unicorns banging themselves into walls while the scorpions, brandishing stolen garments of clothing instead of their far more dangerous natural weaponry, proceed to flap about around equally inept guards. I did, however, throw the mayor's body out into the street.
Well, this might be a slightly difficult question, but I've got to ask it. Should I carry on with this character? Playing as a beastlord is tons of fun, but trying to convey the experience into words is like trying to play the fiddle with a pocket wrench. I won't be doing another summoner character, that's for sure. I need to have someone who can take a bit of the glory for themselves.
I promise to write up a nice ending to Liceyi if he gets trashed, but I'll also try as hard as I can to write something interesting if the vote says he lives. I'm afraid the battles aren't going to get much spicier than what's already happened, since most of the time I can't even see what's going on.
I hate delaying updates like this and assigning all these little votes, but this is a difficult character to work with. Again, like I said, if you feel there's still some life in this nutty elf then I will give my all in writing about him.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to browsing the "zombie" section of Armor Games.
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