The Gnoll’s camp reeked of piss and decay. The prisoners from the caravan in cages hanging a foot off the ground. Each cage was packed with 10 or so people, one of each was noticeably ill. Try as they might the others could not get away from them, the cages were too small. The Gnolls, too busy feeding their pets scraps of meat and watching them fight or fighting themselves, did not notice the Griffin flying over the camp. The trees in the camp and nearby area were all sickly or dead because the ground was soaked with the waste of the mostly animal tribe. This gave the mounted party no cover. A large Gnoll with mangy black fur sat elevated above the camp on a throne of skulls and bones sitting on a mound of skeletal remains of hundreds of creatures that had the misfortune of being captured by the savage beast. Safe in their camp, still wound up from the raid mere hours before, the Gnolls had not a worry in the world.
The arrow stuck a Gnoll in soundly in the chest. The surprised Gnoll gaped in confusion at first, confusion that quickly became horror when he saw that the fur around the wound smoked and shriveled. The acid poured into the wound melting away the flesh and muscle. The pain finally made its way to the primitive brain of the Gnoll, he had just enough time to scream before death took him.p. Nearby Gnolls looked about in confusion, not at the scream for those were plentiful through out the bustling camp. They tried to find the source of the awful stench of burnt hair and burning flesh. Not the brightest creatures, they were not sure what to make of the dead Gnoll with the slowly growing hole in in his chest. They did notice when another Gnoll was struck in the neck, acid pouring down her back. This they understood, enemies! The cry went up around the camp. Arrows still fell on the Gnolls while they rallied. The arrows were coming from above them, so they grabbed their bows. Looking up expecting elves on hawks or even Pegasuses, the Gnolls were caught off guard when they saw on one griffin with a rider. What foolish person attacks a camp by them selves. Laughing the let loose their arrows. Ting ting ting ting was heard as the arrows bounced of the hide of the griffin. The flying monster circled lower and as it came closer to the Gnolls they could see light reflecting off it, as if it were made of metal. Convinced it only wore armor they shot volley after volley at the griffin. They began to realize they were wrong.
Atop his throne of bone the Gnoll sat watching as the arrows of his lackeys bounced off the metal griffin impotently. His eyes were keen and he saw that it was made of gears and steel plates clearly even at this distance. Still he couldn’t be bothered to help his useless minions. This until an arrow struck one of his guard in the neck. His personal guard were made of tougher stuff than the others milling around camp. He had picked the strongest and most blood thirsty of the Gnolls at his disposal and infected them. Making them obedient slaves. He worked too hard on them to allow some pathetic wanna-be adventures kill them needlessly. Besides, he could feel the burning flesh on the Gnoll as if ti were his own and it was annoying. He stood up raising his head up to the sky and ROARED. The sound silenced the camp, the Gnolls and hyenas cowering in fear at the sound of their master’s rage. All eyes fell on the Gnoll on his throne, he wasn’t just large, he was giant, towering over other Gnolls by four feet. They watched as the black cape etched with pulsing red runes on his back transformed into enormous dragon wings. The Gnoll wrapped his massive wings around him as he crouched, bones snapping under his feet as he flexed his muscles. Then he leapt, the throne crumpled under the force of it. Skulls and bones cascaded down the sides of the mound. He was 20 feet in the air before he had to unfurl his wings to stop from falling. He was ready to finish this.