Wow. That thing casts quite a shadow.
Sword in hand, I look up into the skies above Saventh-Yi and I see something I never expected to see. There, about 60 feet away is a huge, monstrous ape with wings and its intentions are quite obvious: fly down and squash the interlopers (us!). Oh, it’s certainly not as large as that winged dire bat that almost made a meal of Leif, but it is impressive.. It blocks out the sun and its shadow lies upon all of us, Dadak, Leif, Kailia, two summoned lions and, most importantly, me. There’s a light of intelligence in its black eyes and malice seems to gather in an aura about it. I have no way of telling who it’s going to pounce on first!
The day didn’t start off this way. As we neared the ziggurat from the north eastern side we saw and heard a guttural chanting from high above and as we crept closer there was a gust of wind and the sound of a great many apes moving towards the east. Perfect! We’ll take advantage of this distraction. As we skulked higher, we continued to hear a rhythmic chanting, but nowhere near as loud as before. Once we reached the crest, we witnessed several apes and one priest changing over the body of one of their own. If Leif could froth at the mouth in anticipation of rushing the crowd to begin smashing them, he would be dripping foam. That was our sign so we quickly dashed to battle.
The apes outnumbered us. The priest they had with them was formidable. Blood, sweat and tears were shed. Leif was determined. Kailia was a whirlwind of teeth and claws. Dadak entered the fray, a force to be reckoned with. I, of course, nimbly danced through and between the participants, dealing death with the tip of my sword. The battle was gloriously long; long enough that whatever had drawn the monkey and ape forces away from the heights of this ziggurat had been dealt with.
That may have been a bad idea. Waiting for them to finish and return, that may have been another bad idea.
That brings me back to now. The winged monstrosity looks eager to take us on. Although I am in perfect health, after some generous uses of my wand of cure moderate wounds and Dadak’s spell of vigor, I fear the rest of the group is not doing too well. Sap is oozing from several wounds Leif has hacked into him. Dadak and Kailia are doing well, but some of the blood covering them is their own. A pair of lions, summoned from their normal statuette state, are growling in mindless anticipation; they will make a good buffer. But, I stand alone, apart from the rest. I can feel the strength of several buff spells that Dadak has cast upon me, but it may not be enough. This thing is HUUGE!
Well, time to dance.