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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bloodweaver1" data-source="post: 3472761" data-attributes="member: 31459">Obsidian & GranitObsidian is a massive and hellish creation of burnt adamantine metal, purplish stone and dark wood. Countless razor sharp spikes of all sizes protrude randomly in all directions from his body. He easily towers over the tallest of warriors and even some small shakes in the stand in the pier. Slung across his back is a hammer the size of a baby dragon and created from the same nightmare as he. His large hand grips this massive weapon loosely as he uses his large form to carry the weight of the weapon. With every step he takes a small tremor is sent through the earth and is felt within those that dare to come within a few yards. As he makes his way onto the ship it is almost short of miracle that the ship itself did not sink under his weight. He heads to no cabin, nor does he seek shelter with the hold of the boat. Instead he sits on the bow of the boat with his demented hammer laying loving across his lap. His large spikes dig deep into the wood of ship, enforcing the display that nothing is going to move him unless he wishes it. Throughout the entire voyage Obsidian never moves from his spot. He never blinks, and never adjusts his position despite how violent the storm maybe. His only sign of life is when the other ships are violently attacked. When this happens, he turns his gaze to full take in the attack. After the attack is over he returns his gaze back towards the front of the ship and there it stays until the make land fall. He disembarks with the rest of the summoned army and slowly makes his way towards the rally point. His feet sink deeply into the soft earth. After the maiden’s speech is over and a direct by her has been given, he simply begins to walk off in the direct of the enemy. Leaders will stand up and formations will be formed. Sooner or later the battle will begin and with his Lord’s blessing, he will be there.OOC: Heads to Thrall on the west coast. Since that is were most of the major battles have ocurred.</blockquote>

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