What Next?
NEWS FLASH: I was reading my brothers Shadows of Amn manual, and it gave a description of Drizzt. Contrary to popular belief, his name is not pronounced Drizzit. Instead, it is pronounced Dritst. Remember that now. Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Drizzt smirked as he advanced on the charging war party. The front line looked distinctly uncomfortable at having to meet the now-famous drow ranger head on. Catti-Brie stood beside him, nocking an arrow to her bow. As one of the attackers came into range, she smoothly drew back the string and shot him (The attacker, not Drizzt.) He stood for a minute, looking confused, then slowly fell backwards, clutching the sprouting arrow in his chest.
"Well shot!" was Drizzt's comment before leaping into the fray. Drizzt was in top form this morning, weaving through the mob, leaving a trail of dead behind him. His friends strayed behind; using their foe's momentary confusion to admire the drow elf's flawless fighting skills. Then, remembering themselves, they too picked up the fight. In a short time, the party was dead, leaving only the now desperate wizard. Then, an idea came to him, and his look of terror transformed into the smirk of a man who has nothing to lose. He pointed at the advancing Drizzt, and said three unintelligible words. Drizzt, in the eyes of his disbelieving friends, stiffened. A strangled cry escaped him, and he was gone. The wizard began to laugh, softly at first, but then began shrieking in maniacal laughter. The laughter broke off suddenly, silenced forever by one of the now- hysterical Catti-Brie's arrows.
NEWS FLASH: I was reading my brothers Shadows of Amn manual, and it gave a description of Drizzt. Contrary to popular belief, his name is not pronounced Drizzit. Instead, it is pronounced Dritst. Remember that now. Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Drizzt smirked as he advanced on the charging war party. The front line looked distinctly uncomfortable at having to meet the now-famous drow ranger head on. Catti-Brie stood beside him, nocking an arrow to her bow. As one of the attackers came into range, she smoothly drew back the string and shot him (The attacker, not Drizzt.) He stood for a minute, looking confused, then slowly fell backwards, clutching the sprouting arrow in his chest.
"Well shot!" was Drizzt's comment before leaping into the fray. Drizzt was in top form this morning, weaving through the mob, leaving a trail of dead behind him. His friends strayed behind; using their foe's momentary confusion to admire the drow elf's flawless fighting skills. Then, remembering themselves, they too picked up the fight. In a short time, the party was dead, leaving only the now desperate wizard. Then, an idea came to him, and his look of terror transformed into the smirk of a man who has nothing to lose. He pointed at the advancing Drizzt, and said three unintelligible words. Drizzt, in the eyes of his disbelieving friends, stiffened. A strangled cry escaped him, and he was gone. The wizard began to laugh, softly at first, but then began shrieking in maniacal laughter. The laughter broke off suddenly, silenced forever by one of the now- hysterical Catti-Brie's arrows.