The scarabs had formed a line. Like children waiting for Santa at the mall, they were squeaking with glee--except instead of sitting on my lap they were chewing me in half. I would pick the items off Soyster's corpse and the next thing I knew there was a scarab waiting to make me its dung beetle. Let me tell you, the experience I was gaining was negative.
Then he appeared. A philosopher. A savior. A renaissance. He appeared over the horizon, sympathetic to the plight of the scarab hunter, and with a few waves of his spear I was the avatar of scarab slaughter. It was not my arms that slew those dastardly bugs; it was the magic of Droxx (although I did happily soak up the resulting experience points).
Not only do I thank you Droxx--all the natural prey of the Commonlands Scarabs thank you.
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07-07-2012, 02:03 PM
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