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![]() "Into the sewers? This is some party. I guess there is nothing left for us but to jump on in and find this Drakus. Sewers can be a maze though, Grak do you think we should take Talga with us to act as a guide?" Then turning to face Talga, taking a knee to be eye level and with a sincere tone, "Talga, could you help us find the way? I promise you will be safe, and when we are close enough to Drakus to find him without you, you are free to go your own path. How does that sound?" ![]()
![]() Walking in the halls Bruno overhears his friend Grak's blessing, never wanting to be late for good food and better ale he bursts through the doors and shouts out a hearty "HERE, HERE!", then striding (as well as any Dwarf can anyway)across the room he takes a seat next to Grak while motioning for the bar wench to fill his tankard, "Sorry I'm late friend, I was sidetracked along the way but that is the way of things sometimes, and now I am here by Torag's blessed fires. Did I miss anything?" This Dwarf is as any other Dwarf, un-remarkable in most every way. His eyes are sharp and keen and his hands look as if they have worked the forge fires for ages upon ages, but he is not dressed in the standerd leathers of a common smith but instead he wears a cassock with Torag's holy symbol around his neck and simple leather boots. ![]()
![]() padraig throws a small stone athos to wake him, when he looks i point to the giants below and make a gesture to show my intent of circling around to flank the group. then another gesture to wake the others and into the darkness I move becoming one with the blackness. with the speed only a well trained monk could possess i move around without the sound even a mouse would make I quickly find myself behind them. Making the gesture I invoke the power of my Gi and grow to the size of one of the brutes and quickly take down the last in line with a sweep, before he can even utter a word of surprise my fist knocks the misshapened teeth down his throat, then swiftly stomp the remaining sense out of him with my heel. as the world grows dark and he looses concesness I ready myself for the giants inevitable attack. Having been awoken from his light sleep the witcher quickly readys himself and looks for the nearest target, seeing one within range he lets losse with a pillar of fire that encompasses the first few giants burning them with a holy light and rightous flames. the chaos that follows both attacks set the dim giants up for complete failure. |