Valric's metal shoes crunch audibly on the small rocks beneath his feet. Looking to his left at the tomb bearing his name, he can't help but smile a little..
At a height of roughly five feet, Valric is a tall, and sturdily built dwarf. His hair is wild and black, and his eyes glow like molten copper over the roaring fires of the forge. He is dressed in heavy plate armor, but to him, it is as light and comfortable as a second skin, albeit a skin made of 1'' thick armor plating.
It has been said, "The dwarves are a race crafted for war." regardless of the accuracy of this statement, Valric is very much at home in battle.
His steps carry him forward, closer to the tombs entrance. He stops and takes a moment to trace his armored fingers along the scratches in the grave markers surface before descending into the darkness below..
"Hmmph", He grunts as his foot meets the ground, stepping back from the ladder, he notices, to his dismay, that the tomb is thick with fog.
He sighs, "Nothin's ever easy."
The Journey Into Darkness
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Valric
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Valric takes a moment to orient himself, it is his first time venturing within the halls of the accursed undead.
*Without the slightest warning, a mummy rushes at him, its approach hidden in the fog, the nightmarish mockery of life thrashes at his side with teeth and claws*
*Valric moves quickly to the right, drawing his serinjah-sword from its scabbard and slashing down at the attacking mummy's legs*
*The mummy is slow to recover, too slow. Valric's sword slashes deeply into its leg, toppling the hideous creature, leaving it howling and confused as it writhes on the ground, trying to find him*
*Valric quickly ends the monsters suffering by drawing his other sword, and giving his enemy the "coup de gras"*
Its ghaslty moan echoes through the dead halls, Valric can here the wet-sounding footsteps of more mummies approaching in the mist, drawn by the sounds of an intruder to their lair.
Valric shouts into the darkness, "For the bright dawn, and The Iron Halls! Death to the wretched undead!"
*Without the slightest warning, a mummy rushes at him, its approach hidden in the fog, the nightmarish mockery of life thrashes at his side with teeth and claws*
*Valric moves quickly to the right, drawing his serinjah-sword from its scabbard and slashing down at the attacking mummy's legs*
*The mummy is slow to recover, too slow. Valric's sword slashes deeply into its leg, toppling the hideous creature, leaving it howling and confused as it writhes on the ground, trying to find him*
*Valric quickly ends the monsters suffering by drawing his other sword, and giving his enemy the "coup de gras"*
Its ghaslty moan echoes through the dead halls, Valric can here the wet-sounding footsteps of more mummies approaching in the mist, drawn by the sounds of an intruder to their lair.
Valric shouts into the darkness, "For the bright dawn, and The Iron Halls! Death to the wretched undead!"