Having finally triumphed over the slime-filled corpse, Gune felt exhausted. He knew there were undead in Mirkland, but he'd assumed it would be your typical skeletal thrall or zombie walker, maybe a few ghouls. He hadn't expected anything like what they had just encountered was hoping desperately that this wasn't a foreshadowing of things to come. He also hoped his mean, gibbering book would be quiet for the rest of the trip. He knew better though. That damned book does whatever it pleases.
"Chieftain's orders! We go to outpost now! Slow-feet will be cut off!" He cried emphatically, trying to maintain his air of authority.
@Iatos I think that comment you made about strange characters being oft-loved by RNGsus and receiving his boon of good dice rolls might be disproved in short order. xD
After seeing the pale grotesque human--well it was human--Gune's heart sank. He was really looking forward to not dealing with a terrifying monster that appeared to be fueled by hate and black slime. Next time, maybe the stupid monsters will die quietly when they're set on fire? That's not asking too much, right?
Gune's pulse was racing. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears, and thumping rhythmically against the side of his head. His feet felt like running away; his hands wanted to stab something; his mind was vacant of any coherent thought as he blinked absentmindedly for a moment.
His feet took the initiative, but without proper direction from his brain, they went in the direction of the monster instead of away from it. Words of eldritch power echoed loudly inside his head. Nemesis. Destroy. Magic thrummed inside his backpack while chorus of angry whispers rose to a fortissimo only to stop abruptly.
He yelped in surprise. By the time his senses finally caught up with reality, Gune's frantic dash had already delivered him to the creature's side. Realizing this, he screeched again in shock and stabbed at it reflexively.
Rapier melee attack vs. the Black Servant 7 to Hit
