With a crackle and hiss the tiny goblin materialized in the center of the cavernous chamber. Disoriented, he glanced quickly from side to side, taking in the astonished looks of the small party of battle weary adventurers who had summoned him, before, finally and fatefully, looking up into the rapidly descending jaws of an enormous dragon. In a tiny, squeaky, quivering voice he uttered the only words of his brief and ill-fated existence... "oh shit".
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Oban Quickshade, Clan Defender
. . . says, "Walk softly and carry a big axe."
(Just a quick first impression of your new Halfling Rogue.)