by Meliva » Tue Apr 30, 2019 2:22 am
Eloth takes a large 2 handed sword and begin cleaving away undead, as the ones that exited quickly turn around and begin swarming him, ignoring those who remain outside, a few begin peppering Eloth with arrows, some smashing vials of holy water against him, trying to slowly overwhelm him, Vicril see's this and begins thinking as Eloth shouts
Hey, Vicril, Whitlock, priest fellow, get your asses in here and HELP like we agreed upon.
Vicril shouts back
Well maybe you should sweeten your end of the deal. You promise a meeting with Emily, but nothing else. How about promise to protect us until said meeting as a bodyguard.
Eloth shouts in rage as the undead continue to swarm him, forcing him to begin backing into a corner
No, either honor our deal as is or no meeting with Emily.
Vicril closes one of the doors and says slyly as Eloth starts to look worried
Seems like you don't have much of a choice by the look of it. What say you 2?
I'm a meanie head! Beware my Meanness
