>>5976404With your party of Baphomets, you speed off to assist the harried guards engaging the Wyvern. At the very edge of the dim lantern lights, you see a hovering two-headed thing. It's twin heads have more mouths and teeth than a proper head. A strange ichor oozes down its leg, and you can see that it is injured. The sling stones of the guards have scored a few hits and injured it slightly.
More eerie than the creature is how silent it is. There's no roar or growl coming out of it. The stomach of the beast is distended, as though something within it is weighing down the skin.
Must be the dead swallowed Baphomets.
You need to bring that damn thing to the earth, where spears can strike at it.
Something within you stirs, and you open your mouth to pray.
<span class="mu-g">"Winter's rage I call, oh Queen of hidden wisdom. Come, I pray to thee, let hoarfrost and ice strike my enemies."</span>
>Three anons, roll 2d6 each! 