A stone’s throw to the craggy cliffs of the foothills, the ponies reared in the cart’s yoke.
Out of the trees, half a dozen misshapen creatures tumbled their way onto the path Tae had his small party follow. He slid a blade from his bracer and backed up towards the cart and the Archmage that struggled to placate the animals. Einith came with him, mattock steady in his large hands.
An odd, syncopated trill passed between the things. Twisted, malformed, stunted beings they were, flesh shrunken and wrecked, eyes glazed to a dull white. Tae shared a wary look with Einith for a moment. That trill rose in pitch. One leapt at Einith, and crumpled under the powerful blow of his massive hammer.
“Protect Lasra!” Einith barked as the rest of the swarm sprang into action.
Tae backed up more, blade
