Post by Tarnos on Nov 16, 2015 17:37:58 GMT -5
The battle through the mountains was long and hard fought. Tarnos panted heavily, his hands weakly clutching onto his shield and short sword. Weary and worn down from all the fighting and the strain brought onto him by utilizing the arcane so often in such a small time frame without proper rest.
How many spells have I cast? he thought to himself. He began to recount in his head over the spells he had left. Not many, he realized with a heavy sigh before turning to look at his companions on this trip into a personal undeath hell.
In front of him clad in mostly black and red armor wielding a most sinister and foul looking blade was Alexis Bloodmoon. Looking stern and silent, likely mentally preparing for what we all knew was to come.
To his right was a man of shorter stature, the colors of his armor an array of different colors. It would be an unwise mistake to assume the dwarf was anything but a threat and force to be reckoned with. The Nightmare Badger himself. His face seemed much less serious than his counter part, in fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself with the whole ordeal.
The sound of bones scraping across old tile and stone could be heard from across the bridge and through the halls. What a place to be with only Kindred around he thought. But he knew the danger of the Kindred was far outweighed and he was glad to have capable fighters with him.
A horrible roar/screech fills the air and the hairs on his body stood on end.
Their presence had awoken it...
How many spells have I cast? he thought to himself. He began to recount in his head over the spells he had left. Not many, he realized with a heavy sigh before turning to look at his companions on this trip into a personal undeath hell.
In front of him clad in mostly black and red armor wielding a most sinister and foul looking blade was Alexis Bloodmoon. Looking stern and silent, likely mentally preparing for what we all knew was to come.
To his right was a man of shorter stature, the colors of his armor an array of different colors. It would be an unwise mistake to assume the dwarf was anything but a threat and force to be reckoned with. The Nightmare Badger himself. His face seemed much less serious than his counter part, in fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself with the whole ordeal.
The sound of bones scraping across old tile and stone could be heard from across the bridge and through the halls. What a place to be with only Kindred around he thought. But he knew the danger of the Kindred was far outweighed and he was glad to have capable fighters with him.
A horrible roar/screech fills the air and the hairs on his body stood on end.
Their presence had awoken it...
