Thread:Tybereous/@comment-27168578-20160512214706/@comment-25606723-20160518194144

They are feathered.

"Your fortress is gone...*cough*...my forces have already won..." He laughs weakly as he pulls his leg out of the way of the dagger. Suddenly, Sorthog feels a strange itching between his shoulder blades. When he investigates, he finds a dagger with a sickly green glint to it...poison....