Lazule turned about, first his helm and then the rest of his armored body. The birdman had approached them. Unsurprising, that the birdman could not swim. Even if it was for a different reason, he was like Lazule: inadequately equipped for it.
Lazule stepped from the waist-high water back to the ankle-deep shallows.
"A swirligurgle," he said to Kikwi. "Is it dangerous?"
But Lazule's attention was near immediately diverted. A man--Steve--was being swarmed by undead beasts. Chickens. They appeared to be of that description. A poor choice of livestock, if the necromancer responsible had a wide array of choices at his disposal. Yet Steve seemed unconcerned. Just flopped as if struck dead into the water. Came back up. Not dead.
Lazule turned his helm to him. Said, "You are being pursued by the undead. Shall I slay them for you?"
Kikwi TTamark Vittorio Vespa
Lazule stepped from the waist-high water back to the ankle-deep shallows.
"A swirligurgle," he said to Kikwi. "Is it dangerous?"
But Lazule's attention was near immediately diverted. A man--Steve--was being swarmed by undead beasts. Chickens. They appeared to be of that description. A poor choice of livestock, if the necromancer responsible had a wide array of choices at his disposal. Yet Steve seemed unconcerned. Just flopped as if struck dead into the water. Came back up. Not dead.
Lazule turned his helm to him. Said, "You are being pursued by the undead. Shall I slay them for you?"
Kikwi TTamark Vittorio Vespa