Ireth
Mythic Scribe
LÃadan
I stare in mounting horror at the thing that takes shape near Calexa, and moves toward her -- and by extent, most of us -- with purpose. I quickly nock an arrow to my bowstring, but do not yet pull it back. The chance seems slim, but perhaps this creature can be reasoned with -- or at the very least distracted for a while.
"Who are you, and what do you want?"
I stare in mounting horror at the thing that takes shape near Calexa, and moves toward her -- and by extent, most of us -- with purpose. I quickly nock an arrow to my bowstring, but do not yet pull it back. The chance seems slim, but perhaps this creature can be reasoned with -- or at the very least distracted for a while.
"Who are you, and what do you want?"
Valar Lord
Grandmaster