Derrik was at least slightly more used to crossing water than Thromgril, and his stomach didn't blanch at the thought or the actual act, but he remained firmly in the middle of the boat as it crossed nonetheless. Upon the other side he stepped out, his heavy boots sinking into the soft earth near the waters edge, "let's be gettin' a move on. I don't want ta' be stayin' in this foul place fer long."
Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch
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DralonXitz
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As the five heroes gather themselves, Skarsus leads them down the dirt road. It stretches a few miles, through a fair looking island. Small hills, green grass, it was a rather tranquil place, save the monstrosity that lay before them. A massive, black tower, with a red glow at the top. A dreary feeling entered the hearts of the heroes, but it was quickly dispeled.
A short while later, Skarsus and his allies finally reached the entrance of the tower. As they observe the massive, iron door, a loud creak is heard as a small being emerges from the shadow. It was a halfling, with white skin and glowing red eyes.
"Welcome friends, His Dark Majesty Daemoria awaits you inside. Please, enter" The halfling lets loose a cold smile as he turns around and leads them inside.
A short while later, Skarsus and his allies finally reached the entrance of the tower. As they observe the massive, iron door, a loud creak is heard as a small being emerges from the shadow. It was a halfling, with white skin and glowing red eyes.
"Welcome friends, His Dark Majesty Daemoria awaits you inside. Please, enter" The halfling lets loose a cold smile as he turns around and leads them inside.
"I don't mean to be worry'n ye lads, but this doesn't look like a friendly invitation. Keep yerselves ready, I don' wanna be draggin' yer bodies back to yer families," Derrik says with a steely determination, his hand lingering on his hammer. He follows the halfling, muttering a prayer to the forge to keep him alive.
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deadestdai
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Watching the others go in, Skarsus is suddenly struck with fear. THis place reeked of foul majicks that set his nerves on edge. He hesitated at the threshold unsure if what they were doing was perhaps the correct course of action.
taitzu52
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Thromgril eyes up the halfling as if the slightest wrong move would summon a giant axblade from nowhere, cleaving the small fellow asunder. Then again, this is how Thromgril views anyone he just meets, a watchman, a barkeep, the poor urchin who sells him apples. He's fairly equal in being ready to kill a stranger in a moment's notice, so this is not so different.
He simply turns around, saying, "Hrrumph. You a'coming, elf? I figure this'd remind ye of home. Har har har!!" The creepy echoing of his laugh quickly shuts Thromgril up.
He simply turns around, saying, "Hrrumph. You a'coming, elf? I figure this'd remind ye of home. Har har har!!" The creepy echoing of his laugh quickly shuts Thromgril up.
Walking ahead of Ackalon, Derrik spins around sharply, his gauntleted fists clenched, "another comment like that and you will be short an arm or two, if killing a child leaves you with no qualms it would give me no qualms to do the same to you." Turning about the dwarf continues walking.
