Like many towns, this one also had a bit of ruins outside of it, and there we met this Gigantic armor, twisted by the dark energy inside of it, it has changed size and shape over the time, it no longer looks like it can be worn or was worn by a man.
None of us carried any blunt weapon such as a war hammer to destroy its form, so we keep its attention on us while our magic users work on the exorcism spell.
We were lucky it was alone, and won the battle shortly after. Estimating that it probably has this territory to itself, we stayed and camped for the night.
they break it up with fiendish glee.
Now, ghosts are bad,
but the one that's cursed
is the Headless Horseman,
he's the worst.
he's a fright on Halloween night
When he goes a-joggin'
cross the land,
holdin' his noggin',
in his hand,
demons take one look, and groan,
and hit the road for parts unknown.
Beware, take care, he rides alone.
Now, there's no spook like the spook who's spurned.
They don't like him, and he's really burned.
He swears to the longest day he's dead,
He'll show you that he can get YOUR head!
Now, they say he's tired of his ghoulish top,
And he's got a yearn to make a swap.
And so he rides one night each year,
To find a head this Halloween
Now, he likes them little, he likes them big.
Part in the middle, or a wig.
Black or white, or even red.
The Headless Horseman needs a head!
With a hip-hip and a clippety clop,
He's out looking for a head to chop
So, don't try to figure out a plan,
You can't reason with a HEADLESS MAN!!!!!!
your armor is amazing. whenever you find that ive faved something, but didnt comment on it...you can basically assume thats why.