Until Its Throat is Sore
Saturday, October 22nd, 2016'Before you even get to the junction, you hear a banging and a horse shouting.' '... what's it shouting?'
'Before you even get to the junction, you hear a banging and a horse shouting.' '... what's it shouting?'
We vanquish a necromancer who made his home inside some barrows and was using the reanimated corpses of a nearby ex-village as labour. Barely has his cold body hit the floor when a phantom of dark swirling mist rises up from the Necromancer's corpse and addresses us. 'My Lord, Ehalazuhn, wishes to recognise your great […]
'There is a lantern ahead, a couple of miles away.' 'We shall go to investigate the latern.' 'So you're heading towards the light.' 'Stop making it sound so ominous.'