RE: [Wizard Jail] (mini-battle)
08-02-2017, 06:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-02-2017, 06:10 PM by Hellfish.)
"You see," Snarl sneered, "My champion will surely triumph. Observe his fearsome tentacles and quivering fins. So superior to quadruped life!"
He had reason to disdain beings with lesser numbers of limbs. His own form was a nauseating tangle of ever-shifting anatomy in a riot of colors and textures. Here and there one could almost make out elements of recognizable shapes, but they were snatched away in an instant to be replaced by some new array of bristling spines or undulating scales.
Two of Tiamat's draconic heads laughed, while the other three scowled. "Fat chance, asshole," the red head growled, while the blue at the same time said, "I wouldn't be so sure of victory, Snarl. Look now."
Nyctitus was lurking down one of the prison's mazelike hallways, swelled with confidence. From behind him came the bright flash of a spell being cast, striking the kraken mid-mantle and badly rattling his breathing prosthesis. The kraken bellowed and spun, prepared to confront an attacker, but there was nothing there but empty cells.
"Motherfucker!" Snarl hissed. "That druid? Pathetic. Stupid human tricks. It won't last." But some element of worry was reflected in his impossible demeanor.
Jostling each other for the best spot around their portal, the gods settled in to watch.
He had reason to disdain beings with lesser numbers of limbs. His own form was a nauseating tangle of ever-shifting anatomy in a riot of colors and textures. Here and there one could almost make out elements of recognizable shapes, but they were snatched away in an instant to be replaced by some new array of bristling spines or undulating scales.
Two of Tiamat's draconic heads laughed, while the other three scowled. "Fat chance, asshole," the red head growled, while the blue at the same time said, "I wouldn't be so sure of victory, Snarl. Look now."
Nyctitus was lurking down one of the prison's mazelike hallways, swelled with confidence. From behind him came the bright flash of a spell being cast, striking the kraken mid-mantle and badly rattling his breathing prosthesis. The kraken bellowed and spun, prepared to confront an attacker, but there was nothing there but empty cells.
"Motherfucker!" Snarl hissed. "That druid? Pathetic. Stupid human tricks. It won't last." But some element of worry was reflected in his impossible demeanor.
Jostling each other for the best spot around their portal, the gods settled in to watch.