*The first imp Wizwick hits slices its hands open on the spear end from trying to grab it. It flops a little ways away, the hit was not clean. Blood drips down the spear.
The second imp
*Neviah laughs and plucks another imp from the ground. She slices open the skin of it's stomach, presses her hand against it, then throws the imp, this one wimpering and dripping a few drops of blood, arcing towards the tavern. Neviah snickers.*
*The sturdy club-weilding demon walks up to the edge of the tavern, and scanning it, notices Liltih, then notices Riven watching things carefully. He glowers at him, obviously watching intently in return.*
The second imp
*Neviah laughs and plucks another imp from the ground. She slices open the skin of it's stomach, presses her hand against it, then throws the imp, this one wimpering and dripping a few drops of blood, arcing towards the tavern. Neviah snickers.*
*The sturdy club-weilding demon walks up to the edge of the tavern, and scanning it, notices Liltih, then notices Riven watching things carefully. He glowers at him, obviously watching intently in return.*
A demoness barely in command of the demons surrounding the tavern. A skull is smashed oddly onto her head, her large red horns curling through and around it. A loud screaming laugh punctuates her existence; she is often seen setting things on fire while screaming about this freezing wet place.