Author Topic: The Brutish life of Gomrin Renodin  (Read 8463 times)

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Re: The Brutish life of Gomrin Renodin
« Reply #15: April 07, 2016, 09:26:22 AM »


Daimon Duck

Somewhere, in a village deep in the forests of the Wailing Woods. ''Sir! Look!'' The fur and leather armour clad man called to Gomrin. His arm outstretched and his finger as erect as it could ever become. From the nebulous edge of the forest flew and walked giant ducks with black horns astride their skulls. A red, crackling haze engulfed them and their webbed feet sported wicked claws. ''What in the Nine Hells...'' Another warrior exclaimed bewildered. His hand running nervously through his beard.

Minutes later the entire village was overun with daimonic fowl of every variety. If that wasn't bad enough, black, forked tongued lynx and burrowing through the ground, fire breathing beetles! Swinging his axe about with all his might Gomrin swore like a sailor in rough seas. Gore flew, fire raged and men died all around. The daimons knew no pain and their strength was beyond anything anyone deemed possible. Geese ripped throats out with their serrated beaks and broke bones with blows from their infernal, fiery wings.

When nearly no man stood alive, Gomrin was enthralled in a dance of death and blood as he whirled through the battlefield like a madman. Blood not his own ran down his beard as in his mouth he still held a daimon duck's head. Bitted off during the fighting. 3 of his men manhandled him from the battlefield as it was painfully clear the battle was lost. ''Flying Rats! Crum nibbling !@#$ters!'' Wild eyed Gomrin looked back at the men pushing him off the battlefield. ''Let Go of me you Bunch of wet eyed women! Rhaaaarrghh!!''

And so, the battle of Wailing Woods was lost to the forces of the Nether.