08-18-2016, 12:48 PM
*The demon shakes his head, trying to clear it. The spell hits and he crumples to the ground with a resounding thud. The imps clear out.
Neviah jumps up suddenly and screams.*
"NO. NO. NO. GET IT. GET IT."
*The imps turn back, and giggling nervously, grab at the demon that is much larger than them, ineffectively trying to pull the red horned demon. They shriek inside the tavern area, staring at the corpses that died under Wizwick's spear.
The club wielding demon lowers his club and looking at Neviah, he thuds his way over to the tavern area, eyes fixed on the sleeping red horned demon.*
Neviah jumps up suddenly and screams.*
"NO. NO. NO. GET IT. GET IT."
*The imps turn back, and giggling nervously, grab at the demon that is much larger than them, ineffectively trying to pull the red horned demon. They shriek inside the tavern area, staring at the corpses that died under Wizwick's spear.
The club wielding demon lowers his club and looking at Neviah, he thuds his way over to the tavern area, eyes fixed on the sleeping red horned demon.*
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.