A chilling wind whips through the hollow. Winter's bite grips your
spine. The very air you breath stings. Snow swirls all around you, yet,
the trees... the trees are motionless in the gale, unaffected by the
cold, biting winds.
Magical miniature blue oxen. Tufted.
Adventurers are to capture an unknown monster for examination (for a sage or wizard) but they are themselves captured by the monsters, and researched.
Ideas ( Plots ) | March 12, 2002 |