Zarif
The merchant half listened to their overly excited employer's ramblings as he drew his spear, hearing his own breath much too loudly in the stuffy darkness. No sooner had Zarif drawn his spear, the eerie quiet that had hung over the Hellions, more oppressive than even the darkness that enveloped them, shattered into chaos. The wall in front collapsed, and several of Tiamat's wreched blue spawn charged out from behind the bricks. It was all Zarif could do to sidestep the unsteady spear thrust, and return with one of his own.
Before he could follow up the attack, from behind, Zarif heard voices... human voices. For the briefest of moments, Zarif felt hope, glancing behind himself as the Yeek staggered back from his wound. Though it took but one glance for that sigh of relief to turn to strained hiss of despair. Despite the color, those robes were as noble and royal as Salador's hindquarters. The Scorpions! But we... trapped, and we even buried ourselves for them.
They were surrounded, the blue devil's streaming in from in front, and those savages from behind. Before the merchant could even account for what was happening, an arrow shot out from the shadows behind, and caught the brute Lyun in his lower back. No sooner had Lyun retaliated with a brutal hand axe to the Archer's skull, than the talkative ill-dressed commander knifed him savage in the side, though he paid for it in turn with a grizzly wound down his chest.
Trapped... surrounded... on all sides... no way out anywhere. Zarif began to panic, remembering that night a few years ago, his merchant caravan had been encircled by bandits, picked off one by one with arrows from their damn chariots. Every last one of the people from his homeland, his friends, his idols, his own master... it was happening again. They were going to-
The merchant gritted his teeth and growled, drawing his bow as he saw Lyon stagger back in pain, and ran towards him. No, that had been then. He wasn't that terrified boy anymore. He'd cut them a path before they all lay dead in this tomb. From the corner of his eye, Zarif saw that damn priest, Iddin, take a brutal wound, which seemed surely to be lethal... and yet, as he aimed his shot, squinting in the darkness, the priest did not fall.
Zarif let the arrow fly, and turned around on his heel at the same moment, staring down Gesties a look of fury replacing his trademark whimsical expression. Despite that, the brief scream, followed by the unmistakable sound of a body crumpling against a stone floor made Zarif smirk darkly in satisfaction.
Zarif: To think I freed you, betrayer! Move and parish, thankless one.
Before he could follow up the attack, from behind, Zarif heard voices... human voices. For the briefest of moments, Zarif felt hope, glancing behind himself as the Yeek staggered back from his wound. Though it took but one glance for that sigh of relief to turn to strained hiss of despair. Despite the color, those robes were as noble and royal as Salador's hindquarters. The Scorpions! But we... trapped, and we even buried ourselves for them.
They were surrounded, the blue devil's streaming in from in front, and those savages from behind. Before the merchant could even account for what was happening, an arrow shot out from the shadows behind, and caught the brute Lyun in his lower back. No sooner had Lyun retaliated with a brutal hand axe to the Archer's skull, than the talkative ill-dressed commander knifed him savage in the side, though he paid for it in turn with a grizzly wound down his chest.
Trapped... surrounded... on all sides... no way out anywhere. Zarif began to panic, remembering that night a few years ago, his merchant caravan had been encircled by bandits, picked off one by one with arrows from their damn chariots. Every last one of the people from his homeland, his friends, his idols, his own master... it was happening again. They were going to-
The merchant gritted his teeth and growled, drawing his bow as he saw Lyon stagger back in pain, and ran towards him. No, that had been then. He wasn't that terrified boy anymore. He'd cut them a path before they all lay dead in this tomb. From the corner of his eye, Zarif saw that damn priest, Iddin, take a brutal wound, which seemed surely to be lethal... and yet, as he aimed his shot, squinting in the darkness, the priest did not fall.
Zarif let the arrow fly, and turned around on his heel at the same moment, staring down Gesties a look of fury replacing his trademark whimsical expression. Despite that, the brief scream, followed by the unmistakable sound of a body crumpling against a stone floor made Zarif smirk darkly in satisfaction.
Zarif: To think I freed you, betrayer! Move and parish, thankless one.
Zarif moves 2 tiles south-east to 10-14 and attacks AMA-SIN, dealing 6 damage, killing him and earning 40 XP
