GLoG 91

[Murkus]

[Isle Center]

Lammergeir is caught! The trap closes, pinning his arms close to his sides and his legs bent at the knee. He stands half upright, quivering, his limbs shuddering as he strains against the sudden and painful pressure.

He whips his head from side to side, jaw heaving open, exhaling a puff of reeking vapor. He would like to fall still, start to test the bindings more, but he continues to thrash fiercely and uselessly as he's attacked by the skeletons. Though they pierce his flesh and a stinking ichor issues forth, he doesn't seem particularly harried. Merely more irritated. Once could suppose that is something.