[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Toogee]

Wratt was expecting a human reaction to his crossbow bolt. Specifically, the reaction that involved collapsing to the ground and dying. Arrows proved ineffective, judging from the creature’s porcupine appearance. The morph simply used the arrow as a weapon and stabbed Tiras in the arm, though that didn’t stop the latter from beheading the morph. Good thing the squire was still in fighting shape: more were coming.

Surprisingly, the next thing that came was some wizard and his wench. He immediately recognized Lennox and vice versa. But before they could get any useful details about surviving this place, the enigmatic visitor warped away. The only things Wratt got out of that conversation were a) these creatures were morphs, b) Lenny was actually from one of the wealthy families from Etruria, and c) he knew more about their situation than he had let on.

“Seems you know a little more about our plight than you’ve let on, Lord Hyperion,” Wratt snarled at Lennox. He did not like surprises, particularly ones that could get him killed.

He didn’t engage the nobility for too long as more creatures kept coming. He passed Renata and her display of magic.

“Neat trick,” he commented sarcastically as he pulled out his broadsword and charged at one of the foes. Rather than waste time with stabbing actions, the mercenary cut the morph at the knees. The creature fell on its back as soon as its limbs were severed. Wratt took the opportunity to stomp its head with his boot. The skull shattered, emitting its dark matter all over the beach. It turned out that rotting flesh, brittle bones, and flashy purple smoke were no match for might and metal.

“This Nergal’s gonna be sorry if we ever get over there!”