[ How much of a leader he is to them is obvious enough. For as gentle and kind as he seems, there is a resounding fortitude that for a moment makes Wrathion just a little homesick.
It's quickly pushed aside, however. His smirk widens, and the party moves forward towards the looming gate. All around, the signs of that blood-red crystal jut out of the snow, over the stone, like a spreading disease.
And true to the agent's word, there's a man in armor fighting just outside those ominous doors. Armored knights, coated in glowing red dust and eyes bulging and unnatural, take their swings at him in turns. ]
Poor fellow looks as though he could use a hand, doesn't he?
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It's quickly pushed aside, however. His smirk widens, and the party moves forward towards the looming gate. All around, the signs of that blood-red crystal jut out of the snow, over the stone, like a spreading disease.
And true to the agent's word, there's a man in armor fighting just outside those ominous doors. Armored knights, coated in glowing red dust and eyes bulging and unnatural, take their swings at him in turns. ]
Poor fellow looks as though he could use a hand, doesn't he?