The call has gone out, to all the corners of the land. The great devourer has arrisen and threatens the land. only the bravest men and women can hope to stop the creature that arises from the depths.
You have responded to the call, and have travelled to the small village of sandy port, a place to ready yourself before moving on to the creature's last known location, which is the frozen lands of the far north.
You blink. Virtus is now standing in the village square. He cocks his head to the side, surveying the town.
"How quaint."
It's chilly here
Said a winged angel riding a strange mount with the body of a powerful bull and the head of a wise-looking human.
Yes, it is responded the mount in Alamar's head.
Leaning against the side of a building and looking completely bored with the whole affair is an orc. He stairs at the newcomers and says nothing for now.
an equally looking bored man approaches you all.
hail mighty warriors he says in a bored unimpressed tone of voice
Behold, to the north is the mighty scourge. In the lands far beyond our own, where the ice never melts, and moves slowly southward. There, within a hidden mountain range, you will find the creature.
He reaches out and hands everyone a small pebble.
Put this within your pocket. this will let me know if you all fall in battle to the terrible beast. Should this happen, the next group will be sent out. I pray you dont fall.
The withdrawn, lack of emotion look upon the mans face informs you that he has done this many time in the recent days.
Alamar took the small pebble.
Don't worry Mister, I'm here to be sure that no one die except for the creature.
The strange mount agreed with his head, a smile on his human face.
He turn to the three other and said with an angelic voice
I'm Alamar Heavenlight, healer of many, Be the light of Life never ends. And this is Shedu Lightbringer my friend and sometimes my mount when is agree to it
The beast smile again
If you are in need I will be there. I'm no combattant but I'm no less a experienced man. I can call allies from the heaven to fight with us or heal your worst wounds. Go fight the Beast as I will prevent your death.
The bald blue man took the stone between his thumb and forefinger, examining it with equal parts disdain and paranoia.
"Your confidence in my doom is as misplaced as your sense of decorum." he responds, not deigning to look up at the man.
The mage's frown deepens and he rolls his eyes at the mention of heaven. "Virtus Indici. I don't usually bother with pretentious titles."
"We ready to do this thing." The big orc asks to no one in particular as he puts the pebble in his pocket.