NT122
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I think mythological creatures should be rare, difficult, and terrifying. Fighting a walking skeleton shouldn't be just a fight with a re skinned bandit. You should be wary that you have forgotten your mace that you've dipped into holy water. You only have your sword. Try as you might, but the band of skeletons keep reanimating.
You've heard whispers of an unholy creature, half man and half wolf. Most would disregard such things, but with the things you have seen on your travels, you decide to look into it. The town Fletcher's daughter has gone missing, he has nothing to offer you but his weeping. Being the man of honor you are, you ask him to get the blacksmith to melt down the silver coins in your pocket to make arrow heads. Using your tracking skills and their cooperation, you are able to hunt down the creature and slay it. Sadly, the daughter was bitten in the battle. She begged you to end her before she began to turn. Half heartily, you slit her throat with an arrowhead.
You are on horseback riding through the muddy hills of the cold north during the rain season. Through the fog you see the shape of a fellow horseman. You hail him, you have been without food for days now, and perhaps he something to spare you.
But it was not a man. The Fel Knight's eyes glowed red in the fog. Its horse's body was that of a corpse's.
He pulls out a great axe, you have no time to fathom why a mortal man would give himself to such darkness, or what he means to see a creature like this only a week's way from home. You ready your spear and command your horse to move forward. In a moment, you weapons and horses collide in terrible combat. The beasts were slew, leaving you and your opponent on the ground. You unsheathe your blade, as the fallen warrior motions you to come at him, an unsettling gesture, like the last motion of a fleeting humanity.
You fight, and you fight... But his power is overwhelming, you are weak, yes, but you must sacrifice your last shred of energy to use the art of Thaumaturgy. You put all of your might to spew a great flame from the palms of your hands, thereby doubling the power of your attack. The Fel Knight lets out a hideous scream of agony. The snow evaporating away around you. The deed is done. You are exhausted, so you cut pieces from your horse for food, and set up for camp.
You are on horseback riding through the muddy hills of the cold north during the rain season. Through the fog you see the shape of a fellow horseman. You hail him, you have been without food for days now, and perhaps he something to spare you.
But it was not a man. The Fel Knight's eyes glowed red in the fog. Its horse's body was that of a corpse's.
You fight, and you fight... But his power is overwhelming, you are weak, yes, but you must sacrifice your last shred of energy to use the art of Thaumaturgy. You put all of your might to spew a great flame from the palms of your hands, thereby doubling the power of your attack. The Fel Knight lets out a hideous scream of agony. The snow evaporating away around you. The deed is done. You are exhausted, so you cut pieces from your horse for food, and set up for camp.