Differences in The Wandering Inn 2.24 T
Question like that made the skeleton’s head hurt.
- But now he was about to do something that required less thought and more action.
- But no,
these trees were normal deciduous trees,
- pines and evergreens forming large forests in between the open expanse of land.
- drawing his sword as he ran.
He didn’t bother with stealth of plans;
- there was something alive,
- A good chunk of his bones had been vaporized.
As Toren felt as his third rib down,
- he encountered only air where bone should have been.
- Charging they might not be so bad,
but if the deer pinned him and drove it’s horns into his body?
- He’d be ash in less than a minute.
- The deer was certainly having second thoughts as well.
She’s been trying to chase off the strange intruder who’d entered her grazing spot,
- and already it had injured her twice.
- That was the Golem’s chance to throw a huge clump of himself at the deer,
but it vaporized and began water as the deer lowered its head protectively.
- The force still threw the Corusdeer on the ground,
- and the Snow Golem finally realized something was wrong.
It raised it’s only good hand,
but Toren just clung to the massive snowy heady,
- and the clumsy fingers couldn’t pull him out.
- This time the deer met him head on,
raking the skeleton with it’s antlers,
- but they did nothing.
Toren clattered his jaw with delight as the deer careered left and into a tree.
- The skeleton was on the wounded animal in a second.
- More things happened.
Erin began fussing of the girl for one thing,
- although it appeared the girl was quite capable of fussing over herself.
She made the other people in the inn angry,
- Toren saw that.
- his creator,
and especially the Gnoll that came to visit.
- He felt his ribs slowly beginning to restore themselves;
the bones was reforming out of the air,
- but slowly,
- only that.
And she gave him orders which was…
- They couldn’t hurt him,
not without magic or enough force to scattered his bones or grind them to dust.
- One of them tried to cast a spell,
- who was clearly not fond of the older man,
nor the tight grip the mage took on the reigns.
- He kept looking around,
but the other mage—a light-skinned girl with stitch marks around her hands,
- a man with a greatsword and magical armor replied.
His name was Ulric,
- and Halrac was even more concerned about his horse,
- And in truth,
he understood Ulric’s unspoken point.
- Silver-rank groups might team up as much as they wanted,
- but they’d been travelling day and night to get here before the others.
The [Message] spell Revi had received from Liscor had told them of the dungeon and it’s possible riches,
- and that was enough to motivate them to make the thousand-mile journey.
- Let’s head towards that forest over there.
Odds are the entrance is buried behind all those trees or overgrown.”
Ulric snorted in disbelief.
- If it belongs to the city,
we can return it,
- I’d love to know how strong the spirit bound to the corpse is.”
- But I can still use a spirit,
especially if it’s memory of being alive is still strong.”
- Break his limbs if you must,
but deliver the skeleton and torso to me intact.
Revi scowled at him as Typhenous sighed loudly and Ulric shook his head.
- She was the newest addition to their team,
- His eyes travelled to the right,
and he called out to Ulric.
- Revi and Typhenous cried out,
and Ulric gritted his teeth.
- Kelthor suddenly paused and stumbled backwards,
- The [Scout] turned to the other adventurers,
feeling the terrible terror gripping him disappate as quickly as he’d come.
Ulric fingered the protective stone at his chest,
- and Revi and Typhenous collected themselves as best they could.
he back up out of the Corusdeer’s territory.
- Toren watched him go,
HE slowly began to walk away from them as well.
- Towards the armored warrior,
- Typhenous was saddle-sore,
Ulric was bored,
- and Halrac had to keep looking for potential dangers as they continued exploring for the entrance to the dungeon below Liscor.
- but he felt a shock at his very core.
Erin was in dangerous.
- Like her,