The Ramblings of the Dancing Drow.

Enter the Moathouse

The trip to the Moathouse was uneventful, although I did hire myself to the caravan master as a guard and scout to earn some extra coin along the way. When we reached the moat house, I was rather stunned on how it was more a run down keep rather than a actual house, with two towers, a main keep and stone walls, it was utterly filthy. Moss and grime covering the place, making the stone seem more green than grey.
All of a sudden, I hear this loud, horrible screeching and as I turn around, a giant beetle is there, snapping it's pincers at me. The only reason it didn't disembowel me with that first attack was because my body was too small to be caught between the expanse between its mandibles and its maw. I lept over its pincers, drawing a pair of scimitars from my belt. I probably should've said something cool as I tumbled out from under it, but I wasn't quite in the mindset at that time as to do so, for this was combat, and every second counts. I lunge forward, trying to stab the large insect in the eye, but I was held at bay by its huge mandibles. So, I attempted a different tactic. I drop down on my back, sliding under the beetle to stab my blades into the soft underside of the beetle and carving into it. I hear it screech and thrash, snapping it's pinching mandibles as it tries to get it's bulbous head under is low laying body. To small though, was the gap, and too late anyways, for I plunged my blades into it's heart. It falls into a heap, it's legs and head splaying out and crushing me a bit beneath it.
Shoving it off me, I give a sigh of relief and clean myself of beetle gunk. I turn around, looking away from the moathouse and the beetle, only to see three more sets of snapping mandibles in front of me.
"Blast" I heard myself say, or at least, a variation of that as I leaped up onto one of the beasts, plunging a blade down into it's back, only to be deflected by the beetles exoskeleton. Although, I then found myself standing on the creatures abdomen, it's kin leaping up to attack me whilst I ride it. I give a few quick slashes of one of my scimitars into the creature I was riding, directly into it's eyes before jabbing them into it's brain. Whilst I was not looking however, one of it's companions grabbed me by the ankle and pulled me off the newly killed insectoid, leaping upon me and trying to bite my face off. My ankle bled nastily as I fought of the creature, having to drop my scimitars to hold of its maw from devouring by black skinned face. Kicking it in the abdomen as hard as I could, pushing it off me and rolling back, picking up my scimitars and driving them through it's mouth and head. I snarled at the last one, driving forward blades first and slipping their points under the edges under the exoskeleton and cutting up it's insides.
I kneeled down on one knee, panting my lungs out as I looked at my damaged ankle. Downing a potion of healing, I rose, looking determinedly towards the moathouse  as I walked towards it.