A short being, clothed in red silk appears in a column of fire. She holds a small, yet still decent, sack.
As with most being who teleport here unexpectedly, they trip the motion sensor and activate the guns. Fifty turrets deploy from the ground and train on Excidia. "Identify thyself," the AI commands.
A short being, clothed in red silk appears in a column of fire. She holds a small, yet still decent, sack.
As with most being who teleport here unexpectedly, they trip the motion sensor and activate the guns. Fifty turrets deploy from the ground and train on Excidia. "Identify thyself," the AI commands.
Excidia shrugs. "A potential hirer. Excidia's the name, hunting GBs the game."
As with most being who teleport here unexpectedly, they trip the motion sensor and activate the guns. Fifty turrets deploy from the ground and train on Excidia. "Identify thyself," the AI commands.
Excidia shrugs. "A potential hirer. Excidia's the name, hunting GBs the game."
"Move thyself to yon iron portal and be admitted entrance."