The prince swiveled, walking backward with his hands nonchalantly behind his head still. "As I said, you will hear more of it when we return to the tavern. And of course, had a few drinks!" He smiled at Scott before turning again to look forward, mumming an off-key tune to himself as he went...
Natalie was halfway through drawing her blade at the burly man's threat before the prince simply flashed a smile at him, hands lazily clasped behind his head. "Oh don't worry old man, I won't try anything with your daughter. However, it may be hard for her to resist doing the same." He winked at...
Natalie's eyes narrowed as she saw movement in the trees, relaxing only slightly when the forms were shown to be the remaining adventurers who had left to presumably complete the race. Little did they know that they were all that was left of the once one hundred prospective. She shook her head...
All he knew was the dark.
All he would ever know was the dark.
At least, that's what it whispered to him, huddled in the shadows of the monsters that surrounded him and the one born within.
From the shadows they watched him, clawing at the walls, screaming his name in their infernal tongue...
Arcron grunted before shifting his weight, slowly following the two fighters up the cliffside. It hurt, his head swam, and honestly, it felt like he was going to die. He felt his blood slow as more of it went outside of him than stayed in, and his vision began to blacken. Gritting his teeth, he...
Arcron shook Scott's hand, offering a small smile of sorry for the blood that now stained the man's gauntlet, before turning to the huntress. She simply nodded to his signs, and after muttering something under her breath responded simply with 'She-Ghoul', which Arcron took as more of a title or...
That was the last of his strength and magic. As the enchantment faded then shattered with the rush of the Darkborn, Arcron slumped to his knees, the wounds finally opening through his skin. The Reinforcement had kept his skin strong and knit together, his bones solid and his muscles connected...
Arcron's head was swimming in pain, sharp stabs of it shooting up his back and spine, making themselves well known to him as he tried to keep his eyes on the surrounding wolves. He saw the armored man stand up as well, helped by the glow of healing from Ellida. He too readied his sword, and the...
Arcron slowly lifted his head, vision red and flashing in pain. Hot streams of blood ran down his back, soaking into his shirt and pants as he tried to get up. Rasing himself to his hands and knees, he looked up to see faint blurs of motion, all dancing around him, silhouetted by a blazing fire...
Arcron stilled, a feeling fo cold dread making him shiver as he saw that the wolves had them surrounded. Their eyes gleamed from the darkness, reflecting the light cast by Ellida's spell, full of murder and hunger. He slowly moved backward, feeling his back press to the armored man's, both...
Arcron was already a dozen feet into the trees again when he heard the huntress speak. He paused, sighing, and contemplated just going on without them. If it was just going to be like this then they would only slow him down. He looked up into the darkness around him, and saw something shift. The...
Arcron nodded to the armored man, apparently he was more than just a chew toy. Noticing his lack of a suitable weapon, he reached back to draw his own blade, but saw that the huntress had beaten him to it. She had also stiffed his help up, but that was to be expected. She was a hunter, like him...
Arcron extinguished the flame on his sword to conserve his magic, and stepped into the forest. This was where he belonged. On the hunt, on his own, with nothing to worry about aside from surviving. This was what he had been doing for the past four years, living and fighting every day, and he...
Arcron slashed and hacked his way through the field, trying to stay ahead of the horde that was following close behind. With the clouds and wall having sorted through those who would pose a danger and those who would fall behind, the smith began to take in his competition. The exotic woman...
"Ellida huh? Well, it's nice to meet you." Arcron's eyes flashed to the flurry of movement, spying the thrown shield a split second before the start. "Try to keep up El!" He grinned, giving her a two finger salute before the starting sound.
The ground around him cracked and exploded, the...
Arcron took his time studying his opponents, chatting with the few others that had wandered over into his neck of the woods. A few mercenaries from the same band, a bright-eyed newbie adventure with a longsword much too big for him, a grizzled veteran with an ancient set of chainmail, and a few...
Arcron paused at the forge when he heard silence downstairs. Considering this was the first time in hours that they hang decided to shut up, it seemed like it was time. He set down the half forged rod of steel he had been working at for the past hour, carefully laying the hammer and tongs in...