Mythological RolePlay

[dementedmongoose]

Gibrah watched the spectacle of the execution with fascination. How these goddesses and mortals had gained such mastery of their weapons was a mystery to Gibrah. But he had no time to think of these things now. His Prophets were in danger of nonexistence. A blast of red lightning, straight from Gil'nah, slammed into the center of the arena, turning the black sand into a shiny black sheet of glass that shattered as soon as the lightning disippated, revealing the Nine, Waer and a Minotaur-Lich named Skluu standing at the front of the Prophets, with Gibrah's new form standing at the forefront. Instead of the hodgepodge he had before, he wore instead the skin of a Minotaur mated with an orc, but it appeared to be months dead, and terribly rotten in the face, and with a hole through the torso a grown man could punch through without getting his hands dirty.