Tuesday, April 15
Cut Throat's Gold - Part 6b: The Lair of the Necromancer
Tomas sputtered in rage. Half his army had been decimated in mere moments. “I’ll show you desecration! Atrum pampinea!”
Rubbery black tentacles sprang forth from the earth, entwining Ilmarė, Cal and Dril.
Kham dove to the side as a tentacle sprung up and then flipped underneath another one that nearly decapitated him with a violent swipe. He navigated through the briar patch of weeds and vines, sidestepping just in time to avoid a trapped skeleton’s swing.
He landed on his feet. Kham looked up, only to see a hunched man in gravedigger’s attire. “Don’t tell me, you’re the lackey.”
Herbert’s arms were over his head, gripping a large shovel. “Hnnnnh!”
Then the shovel came down on Kham and he didn’t see anything at all. [MORE]
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