Soren's Story: Second Form

Written by Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe on October 12, 2009

The blue, crackling light began to grow larger and larger. Some of the Warriors of the classes turned and began to flee from the field of Regundor. Soon, as the light grew larger and larger, only the stoutest of heart were left.

Well, except for George, but we made him stay.

Just before the large, blue, crackling light-filled orb touched the ground, it suddenly flashed, momentarily blinding us. As our eyes cleared, we saw, with dread sinking in our hearts:

An Urgu, at least ten thousand more times bigger than any one we had already seen.

The Behemoth laughed a mouthless laugh. It looked at the puny warriors next to it with eyeless disdain. "Foolish classes," it yelled. "You have not what we have got."

To be continued...