The hot breath bathes Krazixs' face and the nightmare's teeth come within inches of his head. As the foul demon horse rears on it's back legs the elf notices the fathers charm get deflected, and the warriors waiting for an opening. Krazixs prepares to distract the beast in hopes of giving the others an opening to attack. He didn't think he'd be able to hold this beast long. The hell beast again screams and pitches forward hoping to catch the small elf with it's flaming hooves. All the while a voice in the back of his head gibbering madly at the insanity of what he was doing, but instinct had taken over now, and Krazixs is what he once was. Seeing it rear up again gives Krazixs all the opening he needs as he grasps his imbued staff with both hands and shoves it point up underneath the chest of the horse, pinning it up, it's churning hooves inches from Krazixs face.
"I can't hold him long, hurry!"
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The Kender in your party has just screamed in fear. Please roll a d20 to see how many of your body parts are still identifiable.
Last edited by krazixs; 06-30-2003 at 08:54 AM..
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