Lorcan
“So, so far, silver harms it but it heals in record time… it momentarily dies but comes back to life from having its throat ripped out, snapping its neck, killing it with magic, being burnt alive, asphyxiation, loss of blood from removal of limbs, arrow to the chest or…” Leif paused his list as I released the silver tipped arrow from my bow, sending it straight between the abomination’s eyes. It erupted with a screech before its head dropped to its chest and its body crumpled in a heap against the silver chains that were keeping it captive against the damp walls of the cavernous dungeons. To anyone that didn’t know better, it would seem that the creature had finally met its end. The state of its mangled body with broken limbs, wounds and scorched skin was a grotesque sight and the
