Llywelyn (“Lion”)
by Wm Jay Carter III, 5/26/15
Race: Bórean (Moles)
Age: Middle-Aged
Gender: Female
Stature: Tall
Physical: Small Hands
Outwardly: Angry
Inwardly: Troubled
Profession: Farmer
Magic: Priest—Dark
Catchphrase: “You have desecrated this unholy place. Now, by the command of the Darkness, you shall die.”
You cut through the farmer’s field to shave a little distance off your journey; surely what the old codger doesn’t know won’t hurt him. But as you walk, the sky begins to darken, and the clouds, once white and puffy, take on the bright red of blood. The roar of a lion pulls your attention back to the ground, where you see an enormous cat wreathed in a mane of fire. Beside it stands the tallest Bórean you’ve ever seen (still only the height of a tall child). The mole-person squints her beady eyes, raises her small clawed hands to either side, and utters: “You have desecrated this unholy place. Now, by the command of the Darkness, you shall die.” The flaming lion rears back to leap on its prey.
