[TheGodThatFailed]

Shagrath is back, and ready to kill.

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Demons & Wizards
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Shagrath was again, wandering a wilderness, when a 'local' approched rerrified, screaming about a demon hen to the east. Shagrath didn't see anything scary about a demon hen, and pushed the commonder aside. Later on, Shagrath became aware of an odd looking hen, had been trying to keep up with him for around 5 minutes. He turned, and laughed. "Hah, a demon hen...How...scary?" he mused. The hen explained that it was no demon, and needed to speak to the wizard of High Hedge. Shagrath knew wizards in big fortresses had nice trsure, so he agreed to help. He picked up the bird, and threw it into his pack, "Hey, not so rough!" It protested.
"i'm your only hope, i will treat you how i will. Now be silent, and get in there!" Shagrath snapped, closing the pack on the hen.
They finally reached high hedge, and shagrath spoke to the wizard. He needed a skull to restore the man, and shagrath had been in a battle earlyer, spilling blood, taking heads, and luckyly, he had a bandit skull in his pack. Don't ask why he carried it round, he just did. The man was restored, and Shagrath was offended by his lack of reward. He drew his blade, but had to flee the fight, as some rather large flesh golems pounded into the room.

Something big must be going down, Shagrath could tell. He was so sure, becuase he'd never seen gibberlings and undead together in such mass. 3 skeleton archers, 7 skeleton warriors, 5 mutated gibberlings. Shagrath charged to the skeletons, and steel met steel. With a mighty clang, Shagrath's blade cut through the weak, corroded blade of a skeleton. He ducked under a swing of a warhammer, then was forced to roll, to avoid being stabbed in the head. from his laying down position, he thrust his sword upwards into a gibberling, then threw his sheild over himself to absorb a hit from another hammer. He rose, striking a warrior with his shield, suprised at how easyly it collapsed. Shagrath was lucky, He was in the middle of a large crowd, and the archers all hit the same warrior, bringing it down. Dodging a leap from a gibberling, he swung Varscona, flooring yet another warrior. He turned and stabbed at the gibberling, which had smahsed a skeleton to peices when it missed Shagrath. He drove Varscona into the gibberling, spilling blood onto the soil. the archer's made the same mistake again, with their last arrows, putting down another warrior. They marched into combat with Shagrath, who kicked out at the thigh of one of them, to great effect, it collapsed to the floor. The gibberlings went into a frenzy, and started to fight eahc other. The skeletons looked around, then turned and marched off into the night. Shagrath was impressed and proud he had survived the attack, but wondored why they had spared him. A heavy hit from behind knocked him to the floor, and he rolled over in time to see the large fist of a ghoul whizzing towards him. He rolled, and lunged upwards, digging his sword into the monster's leg. Shagrath rose to his feet, and yanked on his blade's hilt, pulling it halfway out it's leg, but only got it stuck on the ghoul's bone. He staggered back, unarmed. He ducked under a swing from the ghoul's large arm, and straightened with a punch to ghoul's face, and as it strumbled back, he grabbed out at the hilt of his sword. All this did, was cause the ghoul to loose ballence, and fall to the floor, pulling shagrath over with it. Shagrath's fist met with the ghoul's jaw, almost ripping it off. He rolled off the ghouls, and yanked once more at Varscona. He dragged it out the ghoul's leg, rose it into the night sky above his head, and as the blood dripped off the blade onto his face, plunged it down into the ghoul's head, spraying blood onto shagrath's front. Another bloody encounter, but why were undead travelling in such mass? There had to be something up...