Role

Chapter 11

The Storm giants shoulder nearly went right through him. The force of the
bash lifting him clear off his feet, and sending him sailing through the air.
As if in slow motion he watched the ceiling and floor of the clearing blur
spinning through the air weightlessly the pain didnt even register in his
nutrient starved brain. He clattered into the wall and rolled down into a
slumped fetal position. The flying beast was swooping down on him glimmering
spear thrust out like a crossbow bolt loosened from the heavens. Instinct
kicked in at the last moment he rolled right, the spear blade planting deeply
into the ground with a heavy thud. Arratok was on his feet again, dizzy and
staggering. The pain was now sinking in, a dull throb growing in intensity by
the second. The bizarre Drow leapt forward like an acrobat tucking and
rolling in midair thrusting out a dagger with perfect precision. The sound of
tearing cloth alerted Arri that something was amiss. Slowly he looked down at
the stretch of fabric flapping about his leg, his tunic was turning a deep
crimson at an alarming rate. He tried to step forward and his leg simply
failed to function. Crumbling to the ground he rolled to his side wailing in
pain. "Duergar Filth!" spit the large one as he came crashing down with a
hammer directly upon Arratoks other leg. The sound, a wet dull crunch of
bone and flesh, was followed by a delirious impulse to laugh. He couldnt
feel anything at all. He sat straight up looking at the twisted carnage that
was his lower body. There was no way this was real, there was no way things
could get any worse. He was howling in laughter, mad with pain and anguish
and loss. The flying demon approached him again this time burying its spear
into his chest. A wave of cold shot through his very core as he was pinned to
the ground stuck through clean. The three bowed their heads together speaking
some sort of prayer or offering to a thing called Shokai. The winged death
wretched free the spear and a gout of blood sprayed from his wound. "One less
darkfiend in the world" spoke the reverse Drow softly. "Check him for
anything useful." Clicked the beaked beast. "Hes got nuttin." Said the blue
mass as it lifted him off the ground like he was a doll. The world exploded
into white light around him as they stepped out into the rivers edge. I must
be dead Arratok thought as his eyes closed, then weightless again he felt
himself falling. The roar of the rushing water was suddenly louder and
louder, he could feel the mist upon his skin, and as he struck the water
below the falls, the cold encased his very being. It was over, this hell of a
life was over, everything went from dark blue to black, as a freezing,
crushing cold, filled him. His wounds ceased to hurt, his head grew light and
lazy, and everything became completely silent. Arratok was dead.