Role

Chapter 7

The night was quiet and nondescript. The cool evening air was soft with only
the faintest trace of mist making it's way to the road from the river.
Suddenly, from above, with the sky as black as coal a winged figure assailed
Ubankoz. It took only a moment to recognized it for what it was, a
"Nightgaunt". Feeling his best chance was to allow it to take him, he jumped
at the beast, catching it around the waist and hanging on for dear life as it
flapped it's way back to the master.

It dropped him within a dank and swampy woodlands. Before catching his breath,
attackers were at his sides and back. A large bulky elemental, shaking the
ground with it's steps, a nightmarish demon, some undead looking spider-like
creature and a mage, directing them all. Thoughts swirled within his head and
flashes of death flickered in his eyes but then, the thoughts drifted away and
his body took over to complete his calling.

Within the melee a burning, stinging and stinking globulous stream burst forth
from the air just near an enormous but spindly horned demon. Several steaming,
hissing streams gushed his direction. As deftly as a giant sized hoofed
warrior could, he dodged, but it wasn't enough. Some sickly, yellow and green
tinted, black specked, acid covered his left horn, barely missing his bovine
snout and ear. The smell was atrocious and the steam of the dissolving horn
stung both his eyes and snout as the putrid mist entered his nostrils.

Unleashing slashing stroke after stroke, he fought through the night, a furious
furry wrath of leather and metal. Overhead and around his back, his gleaming
mithril voulge struck out at all enemies. Soon they began falling, one after
the other, the conjurer laying in convulsions starred up in defeat before
murmuring one final word, he escaped. The bitter taste of blood lingered on
his tongue, a sting emanated from the left of his head and the shine of victory
rose within.