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Where's the beer?

"No. Kobold Cleaver needs me. He's weak, he needs to see reason."

He can join us too. He will never be weak again.

Jack Hammer wrote:

Jay Frogskin wrote:

Jack Hammer wrote:

As JH approaches the kobold shaman, the shaman disappears. He reappears next to Jay Frogskin, and asks 'Join us?'.

"Who are you?"

We are you. Join with us?

Frogskin hesitates. Then he shakes his head.

"I can't. My friends need me."

With us you'll never be alone...

Jack Hammer wrote:

As JH approaches the kobold shaman, the shaman disappears. He reappears next to Jay Frogskin, and asks 'Join us?'.

"Who are you?"

We are you. Join with us?

The circle of smog pulls up into itself and spreads outward rapidly. Creatures of Life choke as its acid both burns their skin and enters their lungs. As they die they hear voices.

Join us and you shall live.

Skeletons of dinosaurs burst forth from the sickly smog, and rush towards the rear of the dwarven legion.

"Now!" Frogskin shouts. The ghostly kittens appear behind the vast legions, led by the shaman. Kobolds and dwarves also appear from hiding, right under the enemy.

The Pigeons--or the Yugoloths--are also with the enemy.

Other than the wraiths, the legion remains hidden within the brown fog.

The wraiths loose streamers of flames at the eagle riders, striking unerringly and driving a few from the sky.

The screams of a dozen banshees fills the air. Heavy drums begin to sound,
shaking the nearby ground. Lastly, the heavy brown fog rises to the sky and blots out the little light that crept thru the clouds.

From out of the fog dozens of spirits fly forth to engage the avians. They wield flaming swords and carry shields of black energy.

A circular cloud of brown fog forms in the hills opposite to the Army of Life. I covers a square mile in diameter. It cannot be pierced by any sight, nor can the winds move its mass. From within the cloud primal screams echo forth, growing louder with every passing moment. The ground shakes with the beats of thousands of feet and hooves. Blood-curdling horns peel thru the air, moaning their calls for assembly.