Darvesch presses on into the fog, but he doesn't get far before he sees a familiar shape standing ahead of him in the darkness. A supernatural chill sends a wave of horripilation across the inquisitor's flesh as his cousin Grimon turns to face him, his flesh bluish-grey in death, much of his innards exposed or missing from where the cannibals hacked away at him.
"I thought you and I would look out for each other, cousin, but I suppose the same sense of duty and kinship you and Uncle Morgaard have to those elf girls doesn't extend to your own flesh and blood. Now look at me, I've got neither..."
He shakes his head sadly. "That's no way for a Hellhammer to rest easy."
Your eyes suddenly note the dwarven axe clenched tight in Grimnon's rotting fingers, and the look of resolve tinged with disappointment in his cloudy eyes.
"We do what we must," he says solemnly before a mighty blow of his axe reverberates off of Darvesch's shield.
Next Up: Darvesch (std action), Mal; [Sasha], Ieana, [Priyya], Lureene, Alis
MAP: Z-Temple of Charelle, (Round 341b)