Drakey
A shape-shifting Dragon God
The road was made of dirt. It was not worth the extra cost of stone as very few ever travelled down its length. There were only two travellers, a rather small group. They walked on opposite sides of the path. Both wore dark clothes, signs of some unknown past.
The one on the left was a man. His torn cloak covered his head with a deep hood. His armor, which had most definitely seen better days, was broken and cracked in several places. An old sword, its pommel ornate, hung at his hip, swaying in the rhythm of his gate.
CRACK!!!
Hroth immediately stopped as his head naturally turned towards the origin of the sound. On the other side of the woman appeared three goblins. There skin, scarred and mutilated, was stretched over their bony frames. Each was only clothed in rotten fur lion cloths, wooden cudgels in their hands. They were aiming for the woman, ignoring Hroth in the distance.
With the faintest of smiles, Hroth pulled the shattered longsword from its sheath, only a foot of blade jutted out from the sword's handle. With long strides, Hroth caught up with the woman.
The one on the left was a man. His torn cloak covered his head with a deep hood. His armor, which had most definitely seen better days, was broken and cracked in several places. An old sword, its pommel ornate, hung at his hip, swaying in the rhythm of his gate.
CRACK!!!
Hroth immediately stopped as his head naturally turned towards the origin of the sound. On the other side of the woman appeared three goblins. There skin, scarred and mutilated, was stretched over their bony frames. Each was only clothed in rotten fur lion cloths, wooden cudgels in their hands. They were aiming for the woman, ignoring Hroth in the distance.
With the faintest of smiles, Hroth pulled the shattered longsword from its sheath, only a foot of blade jutted out from the sword's handle. With long strides, Hroth caught up with the woman.