The ashes ran through their gauntleted claws as they looked down upon the empty husk of red armour. Had their beaks the capability to smile, the two-headed Tzaangor would have.“Conrad! Come down here darling, I have cornered their leader in the cave!” Xshaeta cried...

Their sharp, clawed golden gauntlet dragged the ruined remnants of a Blissbarb archer along, dropping it before her onto the cavern’s uneven ground.“I’d suggest we skip this dreadfully boorish diversion.” The Tzaangor crusader spoke. “Your minions have pestered His...