!em3oEn8LAg 09/03/10(Fri)01:38 No.11931172|
"Hey, none of that!" you say sternly, shaking the goblin off your robes and gesturing threateningly with your firearm. The creature pulls back meekly, wimpering. The situation is interrupted, however, as the nymph stumbles into you.
You are shocked as the creature makes actual physical contact with you, and it quickly recovers to a standing position, the obsidian tip of a spear protruding from its lithe torso. The goblins are, for a blessed moment, as miserably silent as the nymph itself. It does not bleed, but rather arcane wisps begin flitting out of both sides of the wound. The now-spearless goblin responsible for the assault makes a throaty bark of uncertain triumph. The nymph watches you impassively, wisps continuing to flee its soft torn flesh as it loses its precise balance again, toppling silently to its knees. It remains emotionless, displaying no apparent pain, as it calmly touches the spear once, falls to the side, and remains still.
The goblins erupt into hysteria. The five that accompanied you seem visibly distraught, pointing and shouting at the other six, five of whom are very suddenly deferring to the murderous sixth as their leader, who seems uncomfortable with all this attention. Daggers are drawn on both sides, with you in the middle.