“IEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
The wild howl could be heard from the confines of the Lamia Scale guild hall. The clang of metal blades upon metal bars could also be heard. It was a loud night for everyone. Nobody would sleep until someone calmed the beast within. Did it need to eat? Did it need water? Did it need to poop? Nobody would ever know. Until someone figured it out though. But even then, until someone figured it out, nobody in the town of Hargeon would sleep this unpleasant night.
Within the cage lie a pillow and a blanket, probably left there while the beast was unconscious. It was rather rude of the beast to return this kindness with loud, obnoxious, violent screaming and violent sword arm swings against the magically reinforced bars of his cage. If these bars were normal it would have only taken a few swings to get through but these weren’t letting him cut through anything. So in a panic he continued to do the only thing he knew how, the only thing he was trained to do.
Destroy.
He made every possible effort to destroy the bars of the cage but to no avail. No matter what he did, not even a chip or a scratch would form on the metal. His blades also never chipped or cracked. Eventually the beast started to tire and had to stop for a moment, heaving his breaths in exhaustion. He didn’t know where he was. At one moment he was battling trespassers in his territory, the next he had awoken in a cage.
After a moment of panting the beast let out another frenzied roar to the sky before continuing the slash away at the bars that confined him. His only thoughts were of escape. Last time he was in a cage it was not a pleasant experience and he wasn’t going to experience that again.
The wild howl could be heard from the confines of the Lamia Scale guild hall. The clang of metal blades upon metal bars could also be heard. It was a loud night for everyone. Nobody would sleep until someone calmed the beast within. Did it need to eat? Did it need water? Did it need to poop? Nobody would ever know. Until someone figured it out though. But even then, until someone figured it out, nobody in the town of Hargeon would sleep this unpleasant night.
Within the cage lie a pillow and a blanket, probably left there while the beast was unconscious. It was rather rude of the beast to return this kindness with loud, obnoxious, violent screaming and violent sword arm swings against the magically reinforced bars of his cage. If these bars were normal it would have only taken a few swings to get through but these weren’t letting him cut through anything. So in a panic he continued to do the only thing he knew how, the only thing he was trained to do.
Destroy.
He made every possible effort to destroy the bars of the cage but to no avail. No matter what he did, not even a chip or a scratch would form on the metal. His blades also never chipped or cracked. Eventually the beast started to tire and had to stop for a moment, heaving his breaths in exhaustion. He didn’t know where he was. At one moment he was battling trespassers in his territory, the next he had awoken in a cage.
After a moment of panting the beast let out another frenzied roar to the sky before continuing the slash away at the bars that confined him. His only thoughts were of escape. Last time he was in a cage it was not a pleasant experience and he wasn’t going to experience that again.