More from the Battle of Moonstair

This from Dan, cheers:

“Within moments we were surrounded by Wyverns, crowing to each other as they beat their leathery wings and swooped in low over the rooftops of Moonstair.A large purple beast alit on a rooftop behind me, Sebastian burst through the a window in the roof and swung his Mordenkrad, hooking the creature’s wing and preventing it from escaping. The Wyvern’s tail snaked through the air and struck at Sebastian repeatedly, finally finding a chink in his armour and sinking it’s poison tipped barb deep into his flesh.
Spinning on my heel I recited the dream-taught incantation to whisper words of horror into my foe’s mind, gesturing with my black, pseudopodian rod at Sebastians captive. As I muttered the abyssmal words a brief moment of understanding seared through my brain, I saw connections that could not be and the Dreadful Words burst from my throat in a voice that was not mine!
The Wyvern squawked, eyes rolling back in it’s head like a poleaxed ox, beating its wings furiously in sheer terror, Sebastian held it down until finally it pitched backwards off of the shallow roof and crumpled to the streets below.
A brief vision of ancient Bael Turath lambasted my senses as Caiphon taught me more of my heritage as a blood crowned courtier.

My power was growing.”

Chronicles of Raelthos Moonchild III, P1, Chapter 8

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