* With the speed and temerity of a swooping falcon, a lesser shadow hound rips its vicious scythe-like shadowy claws at you. You fail to dodge, moving directly into the blow. The claw lands a very heavy hit that partially splits the sternum, snapping some ribs surrounding the heart, lightly stunning you.

* Moving as one fluid extension of power, a lesser shadow hound leaps in rage, its gleaming silver fangs barred at you. You barely block with a sturdy steel-banded buckler etched with a stalwart-faced alfar guardian. The fangs lands an extremely heavy hit that tears the left leg from the socket when the fangs gets jammed between thigh and hip.

Your steel scalpel and steel-banded buckler fall to the ground.

Your death cry echoes in your brain as it quickly dawns on you that you have just died!

So um - I've been rotting away for awhile. I don't think anyone is coming to help me anytime soon. In lieu of flowers, please bring me whiskey.


- Illcram The Evil Empath