He let Galdamor take the lead, readying his short swords just behind the Hextorian. He kept his eyes though scanning about the floor ceiling and walls looking for anything that might be a trap.
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"Ghosts are indeed a problem for the living friend, if i never cross another one it will be too soon. Are you alright for continued to take the lead?" He asked Matthius his glances darting in all directions, he was clearly on the lookout for more wall ignoring undead cats.
"Not again!" He growled out in frustration as he took the swipe of the lions paw then dove rolled and sommersaulted around it to slip behind it stabbing into it with his blade.
With the brush of near death he slid his shortswords into their sheaths and drew his bow, gladly letting Matthius take the lead in things.
He slashed quickly at the creature before he tried to tumble away. His trepidation clearly affecting his strike.
With several half pained growls of frustration the elf struggled in the grasp of the creature.
He ducked lowly the jolt of electricity passing close enough to still give him a jolt before he moved just beside Ayla and stuck with his blade.
"Oh good, at least if there is a trap you will have a second or two extra to react." He began slowly slowying his pace and making sure there was a good eight to ten feet between them.
He rolled his eyes at the two, "Either of you trained in spotting or disarming traps? Are you both so sure some eerie evil place like this has none laying about? Are you sure you dont want me in the lead?" He asked with a slight frown.
He skirted ahead of the group on the way down, keeping his eyes and ears peeled for anything suspicious (traps and the like)
He was mostly quiet as he watched Erdwin and Galdamor discuss their companion Borrum. He was pretty sure the dwarf was gone. The way the tracks led.... and the time that had passed he was somethings food. He didnt want to say anything of course, because he was ashamed at the way the fear had taken hold of him. "it pains me to say this.... but I believe there is no point waiting or searching for your dwarven friend. Whatever lifted him from the spot on the ground i cannot track, and after this much time has passed..." He let his silence finish his sentence and instead spent it studying the newcomers.
For a split second he saw the bounding ghost lions and he lost it. He had not been prepared for ghosts... though in hindsight he shoudl have been. He fled as fast as his feet would carry him to the right of the camp,
He spent most of the time before the feast with the adventurer's listening to their stories quite jealously. He had often wondered what it would be like not being around the tribe being out there on his own. But he had so many responsibilities here, so many people to watch over. He smiled at a few of the maiden gatherers as the feast was starting. Afterwards he swallowed and frowned. Investigating those dead and probably plagued lands. "Will they need a guide? I can take them, I've scouted the lands before no one living knows it better than I though i do not recall a lion statue anywhere." He offered hoping against hope he might be chosen for the task. If not.. he knew what he was doing.. hunting goblins allied with dragons.
He moved quickly to catch the speaker as she fell frowning at the dark necklace. "Such evil creations... it reminds me of my last mission traveling south into blighted lands. Bah. You folk seem stout of heart and purpose. Tell me more of this dragon and its allies." He began once more gripping the hilts of his shortswords.
He bowed low the frown growing slightly more as he was dismissed to run the missive to the leader of the hunters . . . His father. He moved quickly hurrying through the tribal encampment to find his father. He was desperately curious as to the traveling group.
He was quiet as the assmebled group was brought forth before the speaker, and he took the time to quietly study them letting his sharp eyes look over their equipment and bearing. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of the egg(s) and a slight frown cracked his grim demeanor for a moment before he became stonefaced again. He coudlnt help but to grip the ends of the two swords on his waist for a moment, before his hands stilled atop the bow. He waited for the speaker to once more speak to them, after all he hadnt been here before when they spoke last, and while he had been given a quick synopse of why they were here by one of the tribes gatherer's He didnt feel like it was his place to speak just yet.
Sorry for the delays, Had a really long annoying day yesterday (So the fiances new car took a rock from a semi literally ten minutes off the lot. Ive never had to jump through so many hoops before in my life *lawls*) I dont have a backstory prepared not sure where I would pop in but thats easy enough, let me know what you think |