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04/25/10(Sun)20:00 No.9428613rolled 2, 3, 1 = 6
Moving with a purpose, you head for the ash, stopping just long enough to make yourself a steel shield, of the kind you seem to go through very quickly. Thick ice creeps over your armor, and you prepare your flail while downing a potion, feeling instantly rejuvenated. As you approach, you hear a dull hum, accompanied by a beat from the ground, identical to the one made by the black tower.
Charging through the forest, well-armed and ready for war, you pray that Hretmar isn't sending you into a horrible trap. Or a volcano.
The ash takes hold of your body as soon as you step within it, dragging you forward and lifting you off the ground. You hear the sounds of battle, the tower's beat intensifying. Breath held, muscles tensed, you await your return.
Your boots hit solid ground. The air crackles with electricity, smelling strongly of blood. You find yourself in a small, black-walled room, lit by a red glow, with a ceiling barely tall enough to accommodate you. There are fifteen men here, all robed, mouths open. They look surprised to see you. |