Of the sky and it's rim.
Picture the scene: Surrounded on all sides you draw your enchanted long sword from it's scabbard, eying up the four bandits surrounding you for their greatest threat. You decide it's the guy with the big axe. As a side thought, you notice he's wearing a very nice Elven helm which would not only improve the defence your head recieves, but look bloody great on you. You charge forwards, swinging your sword with all your might, taking the strongest bandit from life with one swing, though taking a blow from behind as you do. Deftly dodging another blow, you kill a second bandit as you step to the side. Turning to place the final two bandits in front of yourself, you hear a gutteral, bone chilling cry. It came from far too close for your personal comfort. You slowly raise your gaze, just in time to see a 40 foot long beast drop from the sky behind you, picking up one of the bandits, rising high to the sky and dropping the unfortunate luggage to the ground. You stare in ...