10.13.2005
Combat R0
Here we return to more familiar ground: a battle begins.
You back away from the iron doors. With a crash, the second door swings open also, as two humanoid things emerge from the foundry. Their head, arms, and torsos are of overly muscular men. Below the waist, however, is a mechanical armature reminiscient of a scorpion, with several walking legs made of black iron. Even the humanoid parts of these things are strangely inhuman, unmoving, the faces masks of rage without changing expression. They are large, standing eight feet to head, about a meter wide, extending about two meters in thorax length. They are also well-armed; one on the left clutches a large rusty mace and sharp, rust-free axe, the one on the right, a pair of white swords.
Now would be a poor time to not post.
You back away from the iron doors. With a crash, the second door swings open also, as two humanoid things emerge from the foundry. Their head, arms, and torsos are of overly muscular men. Below the waist, however, is a mechanical armature reminiscient of a scorpion, with several walking legs made of black iron. Even the humanoid parts of these things are strangely inhuman, unmoving, the faces masks of rage without changing expression. They are large, standing eight feet to head, about a meter wide, extending about two meters in thorax length. They are also well-armed; one on the left clutches a large rusty mace and sharp, rust-free axe, the one on the right, a pair of white swords.
Now would be a poor time to not post.
