Boss attacks: Varick and Twig Shelter in Cave

Powdered crystals formed little clouds around Twig’s hooves as they ran. The crystal wyrm was hot on the white and brown jackalope’s cotton ball tail. Desperate to not be the serpent dragon’s next meal, Twig ran faster than they thought they were previously capable. The jackalope quickly ducked around a rocky outcropping ahead, hoping to lose their pursuer. The massive head of the wyrm starting to peer around the rocks made Twig panic and cried glowing tears. As the beast’s tongue was about to find its next meal, a hand roughly grabbed the jackalope and pulled them into a cave.

 

    “Stay quiet, and you’ll be safe,” a mahogany Clydesdale ordered in a hushed tone as he started to cover the cave entrance with a large piece of dark cloth. Despite the lack of natural light in the cave, it was lit reasonably well by the glow from a herd of volai huddled in the cave.

 

    “Th-th-thank you,” Twig stuttered, unsure they were safer in the cave. The blonde horse finished pinning that cloth to the rock face and tapped it. Magic flowed through the slight touch and caused the fabric barrier to blend into its surroundings.

 

    “Don’t mention,” the brown Clydesdale laughed as he held out his hand. “My name is Varick. Normally, I’m a tailor, but I guess I’m a  volai and jackalope savior today.”

 

    “T-T-Twig,” the rabbit hybrid nervously shook the horse tailor’s hand. “H-h-how long d-d-do you think we will be here?”

 

    “Probably until someone puts that crystal wyrm down,” Varick answered as he pulled a pack of cards out of his bag. “Want to learn how to play Icewind Dragons?” A nod from Twig was all Varick needed to teach a new friend his favorite card game.