She pirouettes, bringing her sword around with the added power of the spin, and the queen's head drops with a thud to the ground.Ī human waves his hand, fingers contorted in a calculated gesture, and the botchling stops in its tracks, magically placated.
He draws the blade off his back and silently slinks into the dark, musty cave to hunt his quarry.Īlmost dancing, a lithe tiefling nimbly dodges through the poison spines and gnashing teeth of the spider-like monsters, closing in on the queen. Looking into the inky blackness of a basilisk lair, he downs a vial of strange, orange liquid, his eyes dilating as the potion takes effect.
The silver medallion around a half-orc's neck hums lightly.
