With pure disbelief, Necro Lizard couldn't comprehend what he was seeing...
This 'thing' had basically mirrored the only advantage he held.
Looking around for any sort of back up, Necro Lizard could see some of his allies fleeing the area. With a defensive swipe at the attacking beast, he...
Disgusted by his own creation, Necro Lizard peered with eyes wide open at the horror that stood before him.
As fear ran through his every cell, as the sweat started to drip off his forehead and as the realisation hits of something terrible at hand. Necro Lizard reaches out to the deformed...
Trying to trace the nightmare vision, trying to get back in it to see the one he lost.. Necro Lizard was oblivious to his surroundings in these fragile moments of remembering.
A loud noise rung out from near by, snapping Necro Lizard out of his inverted gaze of confusion. It seemed like the...
Starvation, ripping at his gut as if it was making a meal of itself.
Laughing, followed by pounding noises echoed around the field of blood and bones bouncing back off the tree line back at the strange beings gathered with no direction or meaning.
Agitation struck Necro Lizard like a lightning...
Slipping through the shadows beneath the tree line, Necro Lizard remained on the tale of the three men, the Knight and the Girl. As he passed through the leafy foliage, he used his power to Absorb life from the surrounding plant matter regaining full strength ready for the highly possible...
As his eye balls frantically danced behind his heavy eye lids, a sweet smell of death and decay fed nightmares of a troubled past.
With a sudden jolt, Necro Lizard gasped awake! He shot to his feet with both excitement and fear. Excited by the familiar scents drifting through the air, but...
That was delicious... Necro Lizard thought to himself.
He curiously glanced over the shoulder of the three men only to see the Knight pick something up from the ground that was not his.
Necro Lizard felt a keen hunger to exact revenge on the thief even though it was not his revenge to...
**Slodge... Slodge... Slodge...**
The mud behaved like a suction cup, gripping onto every step Necro Lizard struggled to take through the desolate Blightlands.
Low on energy once again, Necro Lizard had no other option then to sacrifice his Bone Creature for a tiny 5% HP. This perked him up...
Spat out from a portal, Necro Lizard rolled down a small grass bank like an abused and abandoned bag of rubbish. Skin grased and energy low he managed to get to his feet using his wooden farmers scythe as a walking stick.
Necro Lizard : Where am I?
In the near distance lay a settlement of...
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