Sitting within the old throne room of the northern castle a man clad in armour sits and ponders over the times to come.
The remoteness of this now quiet land aid's his thoughts, and the memories which go with its location stir other emotions.
What to do...
How to do it..
A few of the many thoughts within the mans head. But not of all the least important
Waiting
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Footsteps could be heard from the halls below and the man slowly got to his feet and approached the stairwell.
Looking down the stairs a old orc could be seen slowly making his way to the throne room, staff clutched in hand, and his movements unsteady the orc climbed the stairs towards the armourclad man above him.
The pair look to each other, and spoke for a short while.
The orc grows incresingly more agitated and raises his staff in threat to the man before him. Without emotion the man stands and slowly makes his way from the castle, leaving his back turned to the orc.
Shortly after the man returns carrying a bloody head, with a toss the man throws the head upon the drawbridge before departing into the night
Looking down the stairs a old orc could be seen slowly making his way to the throne room, staff clutched in hand, and his movements unsteady the orc climbed the stairs towards the armourclad man above him.
The pair look to each other, and spoke for a short while.
The orc grows incresingly more agitated and raises his staff in threat to the man before him. Without emotion the man stands and slowly makes his way from the castle, leaving his back turned to the orc.
Shortly after the man returns carrying a bloody head, with a toss the man throws the head upon the drawbridge before departing into the night
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Watching from the other side of the land, Grunith remains low with his eyes darting across the ruins of the landscape. Many now roamed the north, although it strangely remained quiet. Earlier on it was, when the figure walked into the castle after having an arguement with the fight. Grunith found amusement in this but took no heed to what would happen. After a while, Grunith got up and walked about into the darkness. Later on, he returned to his same kneeled position, staring at the man whom now carried out the head and threw it upon the damaged draw bridge. Sated by this show of kill, Grunith stands up and walks back into the gloom again, only to be gone when the morning sun rises.
A mist began to set across the lands of the north and ended at the desert. The rain made soft *pat* sounds against Veralion's helm, as he sat staring at the castle entrance. many things ran accross his mind. The rain suddenly stopped, and the sun shined down. The air got thick and humid, and Veralion decided to head back to the cave, where he had not been for days, to catch up on things, and hopefully set things in motion..