Shadowgirls

(It's a WoW Raid night, so I'm gonna be all over the place it seems )

In the mountains -

The trail past the rocky break is smooth.  Within a couple minutes the pair reaches a large cave mouth.  While the area is harsh, cold cutting winds and snow are everywhere it seems, this cave is somewhat inviting for some reason.  Loud growls and a deep man's voice echo loudly even from this distance.  Lit torches mark a path leading deeper into the mountain itself.

Post edited 7:08 pm – July 29, 2010 by Forsythe

Fors strides alongside Tink, watching the flickering shadows with extra care.  So far, so good at any rate… but anything's possible.  Wait, you look frozen solid – here, take this, I'm still overheated from that flight.  Fors removes his jacket and offers it to her.

(( heh only post for tonight I fear for me, LONG day))

Adamas ducks around the shield, aiming his shotgun and firing it at the dragon's mouth while it was open between bursts, dozens of miniture steel arrows flying in tight clusters burst from the barrel in three volleys as he charged foward at an angle to keep the dragon's attention on him.

Come on! The Morrigan's ravens will feast on your body tonight you handicaped iguana!

Cutter ducked the other way, firing short bursts from the P-90 into the area that Adamas fired into, a strange screeching wail coming from her.

Post edited 9:10 pm – July 29, 2010 by Tain

(Sorry my guildies ran a rabid pace and I didn't have time to post between bosses )

- In the Mountain

The sounds grow in volume until the pair round a bend.  Fighting some massive creature that appears to be a cross between a shark and an octopus is a bear of a man.  He's a fairly tail and heavily muscled man with bright red hair.  He spins the creature around and smashes it's head violently into the floor, decisively ending the contest.  His green eyes peer out of a bearded and tattooed face, almost very much like some Celtic warrior of old.  The heavy chainmail clashes in terms of style with the large kilt he's wearing.  He crosses his arms across a barrel chest before errupting into a booming laugh and a smile.

"Ho there friends sorry if this little guppy gave you a scare before I shuffled him off to meet his maker.  I'm Hero and I've been waiting a very long time for you all to show up.  We have a few minutes before the next beastie shuffles down and needs a good clobbering, so if you have any questions now's the time!"

Hero laughs again as a small creature climbs up his back.  The spindly humanoid tries to bite him in vain and slaps at his armor.  Hero causally backhands the creature into the wall behind him.

"That's easy!  Girlie you just need to get my spear!  I will warn you though, it'll take more then a pep talk to get it.  This is the realm of heroes, you'll have to face Fear itself to claim it.  You'd best hurry though that monster's on his way to collect you.  Oh and no feathers for you I'm afraid, it's all part of the test though."

He shrugs towards Fors

"You just take that passage over to the left of ya.  Just be warned that it won't be easy at all and you won't be getting any help from Hope or Innocence.  You have to stand on your own two legs."

He turns as a new nightmarish monster rushes into the cavern from deep in the mountain.  Without a word he quickly engages it in fierce physical combat.

Fors snorts.  Fear, you say?  Sir, I believe I have plumbed truer meanings of the word than even yourself.  You'll have your spear, though I trust you'll supply your own magic helmet.

The sooner we get it, the sooner we can resolve the situation and leave – let's get his phallic symbol for him, Tink.  Fors strides forth, caution in his eyes and his hands near several of his pockets.

Well, that leaves out swimming across at any rate.  I've a few tricks up my sleeve that might work, but I get the sense that we're both being tested here so mine might not be as effective as anything you cook up.