McIan
Journeyman
It was done. Yew was safe once more… well, as safe as it could be with a graveyard teeming with roaming skeletons and a belligerent encampment of “shardie” orcs nestled in the ranging forest to the south.
The Mad Piper was, at last, if observances proved true, officially dead.
It was a good thing he had brought two quivers of bolts to the fight, mused Itannar, Captain-Warden of the Yew Commonwealth. Even then he had to leave the fight to restock. Over five hundred bolts fired into a variety of Piper soldiery: infected reapers, skeletal warriors, maniacal disciples, and the like and then into the distorted form of the Piper… itself. The corpse looked like some kind of blue tinted, bloated, gigantic, earth elemental.
Perhaps things would settle down again.
But then, autumn was here, and with it the expected return of the cemetery denizens.
No rest for the weary, but at least he could enjoy the sound of silence for a while.
The Mad Piper was, at last, if observances proved true, officially dead.
It was a good thing he had brought two quivers of bolts to the fight, mused Itannar, Captain-Warden of the Yew Commonwealth. Even then he had to leave the fight to restock. Over five hundred bolts fired into a variety of Piper soldiery: infected reapers, skeletal warriors, maniacal disciples, and the like and then into the distorted form of the Piper… itself. The corpse looked like some kind of blue tinted, bloated, gigantic, earth elemental.
Perhaps things would settle down again.
But then, autumn was here, and with it the expected return of the cemetery denizens.
No rest for the weary, but at least he could enjoy the sound of silence for a while.
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