Someone Find Them a Celestial Porpoise, Quickly!

Busy defending the village against the advancing orcs, we don't notice two skirmishers sneaking their way over the fence to flank us until it's a little late to stop them. 'Where are the villagers with pitchforks?' says Thrak.

Salvador is curious about that too. 'I thought we'd coordinated the ones willing to fight so that they'd repel any wall climbers.'

'Yeah, they were going to act as our alarm, their dying screams alerting us to threats.'

It may be well established that certain personality types move from killing their own pets and companions to humans, but that doesn't make it less disturbing when it happens.

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