Eyes bulging with rage behind his dark
visor, Lord Akbarr swears an oath of revenge. Somehow the armoured cleric of
Fhalangn had dispelled his gaseous form before he was able to slip away through
the inch wide escape pipe.
A bark or laughter escapes unbidden,
through his clenched teeth. After all his clever planning, he has,
ironically, imprisoned himself within his own trap.
Caught within the cramped confines of his own viewing booth, he
seethes as the Barbarian and Armoured Fighter slowly grind down his loathsome
Trolls.
Only then, when his Drider ally: Fluttin
slips silently away, does Akbarr begin to understand his predicament.
Without another potion of gaseous form,
it’ll take him hours to forcibly break through the rock wall.
Constrained as he is, his armour and
physical prowess mean less than nothing.
Still, the central lightning machine will prevent
them just walking over. These life-loving fools value their own skins far too
much to risk it.
Akbarr chokes on his own words though as,
despite his prediction, Bastien braves the lightning filled chamber and rushes
forward with an open flask of oil, a flaming torch and murder in his eyes!
This was, pretty much, my favourite moment from the last game.
ReplyDeleteWith Akbarr effectively caught in his own elaborate trap, you took the, frankly pretty scarry situation and completely turned it around on me. It was laugh out loud funny and then, suddenly very, very dark.
I'd forgotten that I'd made Akbarr laugh manically, as he swore revenge on you all.