2009-12-09, 03:38 PM
Firbolg in the Playground
Re: [WFRP] The Hour After Midnight
The Ungor hissed as the knife flashed across the open air between it and the cart, slicing a bloody line across its bony shoulder - fixed on Ithelus, its red eyes narrowed, looking for a way to exact its revenge. Slowly, its gaze shifted to the top of the muddy cartwheel, its bestial features taking on an almost calculating look.
The white-furred beastman roared, whirling its axe over its head to strike up at the squire's neck - Seth ducked in the saddle, the great lump of iron whistling inches above his scalp as he fought to keep his whinnying horse in check.
Last edited by LCP; 2009-12-09 at 04:12 PM.