Arngir immediately draws his sword, and takes his place at the front of the pack.
"I relish the challenge!
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Arngir's misty form shimmers as the mongrel-woman's hand passes through him. He turns to face her, hand on his sword, before quickly calming down as he realizes she's not a threat. "I would rather you not startle me. If you have questions, my brother will answer them better than I."
Arngir stands at the edge of the chamber, pointing his sword down the long, dark tunnel. "Is there no beast beneath this earth who can stand before me?!"
Out of the earth in front of Garlok rises a spectral form clad in dented, dingy armor that barely seems to fit him, if it even is a him. It's difficult to make out details, but it seems to be a young human man in the armor of a crusader, but less solid, and with a distinct orange tint. As Garlok rises, he takes his place by the half-orc's side. "Shall we taste battle, brother?" |