Zephrylink smiles evilly, veins pulsing and mouth enlarging into that of a demon. His skin fades into a deep red, and horns begin growing from his temples. From his behind, a tail slithers into view. Zephy's muscles and body grow in size, creating the perfect image of a nightmarish, intimidating, demon. Oh, this was going to be good.
Zephyr materialised a pitchfork and forced it into the exposed belly of an obese orc, who had tried going in for a kill. He blocked the attacks with that large tail of his, deflecting the sword and sending the enemy stumble, one-by-one. The incandescent fire began flickering off into the wood, igniting what looked to be the very start of a deadly fire. The whole scene was now unequivocally refulgent, and hues of orange and yellow were splashed about. Zephyr continue nonetheless. Perhaps if the voodoo casters were to come here after they were alerted by his powers, they would think him dead.
Zephyrlink kept swinging with the pitchfork, using both the handle and points to defend himself. The group of orcs had been reduced to a single leader, whom looked almost frightened by such a sight. He cowered away, before Zephyr smiled again. "You're going to obey me, Orcscum. I am your master now." Almost in a way that looked force, the leader slowly edged himself towards Zephyr reluctantly. "I am your master..."
The manipulation was a success, and the orc leader had joined his side. The next part of the plan was to escape and claim the fortune. Except there was a guilty Barman on the loose, and a fire that would soon engulf the whole building in golden flames, lighting up the serenous night sky.
Zephyr materialised a pitchfork and forced it into the exposed belly of an obese orc, who had tried going in for a kill. He blocked the attacks with that large tail of his, deflecting the sword and sending the enemy stumble, one-by-one. The incandescent fire began flickering off into the wood, igniting what looked to be the very start of a deadly fire. The whole scene was now unequivocally refulgent, and hues of orange and yellow were splashed about. Zephyr continue nonetheless. Perhaps if the voodoo casters were to come here after they were alerted by his powers, they would think him dead.
Zephyrlink kept swinging with the pitchfork, using both the handle and points to defend himself. The group of orcs had been reduced to a single leader, whom looked almost frightened by such a sight. He cowered away, before Zephyr smiled again. "You're going to obey me, Orcscum. I am your master now." Almost in a way that looked force, the leader slowly edged himself towards Zephyr reluctantly. "I am your master..."
The manipulation was a success, and the orc leader had joined his side. The next part of the plan was to escape and claim the fortune. Except there was a guilty Barman on the loose, and a fire that would soon engulf the whole building in golden flames, lighting up the serenous night sky.