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Foad
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
dragonmelde, color by 
marmelmm
“You stand in the presence of death,” the raven said.
Meredith readied her sword, hefting her shield to parry any attack, while Varan began to cast.
Lord Foad opened his beak and cawed a single word.
“FUCKOFF!”
A wave of force spread out across the room from the raven’s beak, kicking up enough dust to make it visible, and when it struck the two adventurers Varan saw her magic sputter and die and Meredith gaped as her sword shattered and her shield and armor were shredded. The full impact of the City Lord’s caw slammed into the vir and the mare, shoving them back against the far wall of the room with enough force to drive their bodies four centimeters deep into the solid concrete.
And, incidentally, crushing their bones and nearly liquefying their organs.
***
“Aka, that was nasty,” Vesan remarked as Varan finished the replay and the Terran Basic words GAME OVER faded away. “The game’s not over, of course.”
“Of course,” Varan replied as her simulacrum and Meredith’s reappeared at the last saved point. “All it means is that we still have to get past him in order to discover the location of the Demonic Library.”
The admiral sipped at a glass of henal, her shorter left ear twitching. “Is there enough time to try again?”
Varan glanced at the horolog and gestured negatively. “I must return to my ship, Frelen,” she reminded her superior.
“Yes, your next patrol.” Vesan took a breath. “Are you planning on sending this module to Meredith?”
“I had thought of that, yes, after we defeat Lord Foad.”
“Good. Have a safe patrol, Captain,” and the two viri embraced before they left the simulator.
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
dragonmelde, color by marmelmm“You stand in the presence of death,” the raven said.
Meredith readied her sword, hefting her shield to parry any attack, while Varan began to cast.
Lord Foad opened his beak and cawed a single word.
“FUCKOFF!”
A wave of force spread out across the room from the raven’s beak, kicking up enough dust to make it visible, and when it struck the two adventurers Varan saw her magic sputter and die and Meredith gaped as her sword shattered and her shield and armor were shredded. The full impact of the City Lord’s caw slammed into the vir and the mare, shoving them back against the far wall of the room with enough force to drive their bodies four centimeters deep into the solid concrete.
And, incidentally, crushing their bones and nearly liquefying their organs.
***
“Aka, that was nasty,” Vesan remarked as Varan finished the replay and the Terran Basic words GAME OVER faded away. “The game’s not over, of course.”
“Of course,” Varan replied as her simulacrum and Meredith’s reappeared at the last saved point. “All it means is that we still have to get past him in order to discover the location of the Demonic Library.”
The admiral sipped at a glass of henal, her shorter left ear twitching. “Is there enough time to try again?”
Varan glanced at the horolog and gestured negatively. “I must return to my ship, Frelen,” she reminded her superior.
“Yes, your next patrol.” Vesan took a breath. “Are you planning on sending this module to Meredith?”
“I had thought of that, yes, after we defeat Lord Foad.”
“Good. Have a safe patrol, Captain,” and the two viri embraced before they left the simulator.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Alien (Other)
Gender Multiple characters
Size 93 x 120px
File Size 46.3 kB
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Well, they have to get past him. And it's been demonstrated that both Varan and Meredith are willing to take as many tries as necessary to find the right way around the obstacle.
True, but if following the critters alerted the boss monster, maybe hanging back or rushing ahead means the beast isn't already ready for them. Hmm, can they carry up a 'mirror' from the last fight and let him battle himself - plus them?
Wasn't there a car park? They just need to hot-wire the one with the flag on the top and the doors that won't open ...
Better make absolutely certain; ravens are smart and have good memories.
I fancied that I heard a crow screech that a year or two ago, so here it is.
seems you have a lot of people watching this fight... Lord Foad does seem to have the upper beak...
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Yeah, it's always very surprising to me.
He's got a mouth on him, he does.
He's got a mouth on him, he does.
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