Kupi Magicworld

Curumir wiped blood from a gash over his eye as he peered through the fog and gloom of the pine woods. Storm clouds were gathering, casting a deathly darkness over the boughs surrounding him. The sweet smell of sap filled his head. If he weren't fleeing for his life, the place would almost seem pleasant. He'd been hounded for days, and his pursuers were gaining ground. A vast cracking noise split the darkness, and a huge abhuman monstrosity, slimy grey skin mottled with black scales, charged out of the dim wood. A great snarl erupted from the beast's tusked maw, as a group of ragged-clothed bandits rushed up behind it.