Kralla stood, hefting her pack onto her back. "Come on all. Let's get this over and done with. Then we can go home. The taste of my last beer is beginning to fade from my memory." She looked up along the snow-covered path. "Thank goodness the undead avoid the cold. It slows them down something terrible. So we should be... " As she spoke the word 'Alone' an enormous gout of flame erupted from the peak above them.
Alongside them, across from the path, the snow started moving as a single, monstrous, entity.
"Avalanche!" Shouted Skaran and Barnabas simultaneously.
Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
After this, surely everything’s going downhill?
Jeff Taylor over 4 years ago
Pah! Only a problem for Master Tamryn, the Order and the poor old bones of the Lord of Misery himself Marakel ;)
Jeff Taylor over 4 years ago
Boris Johnson as Prime Minister; dogs and cats living together. Mass hysteria!!
Jamie Clapperton over 4 years ago
Hope they're alright when I come back with my coffee... :-)