Once it was clear that the only things that could threaten Afanas’ life were his current wounds, Kargorak left the lord commander’s side and sought out the acting leader of the guard to discuss what else would need to be done.
“Ho, good human fellow!” Karsk said approaching Drystan. “A guard...
Standing amongst the cut and pulverized rubble near Afanas and his tainted order, Karskgorak felt the exertion of the evening catching up with him.
“Bah! a taste of the glory then for these younger folks, time has placed a cost of rest upon my spirit.”
The old orc sheathed his glowing blade...
As Karsk worked to keep the demon at bay and in place, he felt a boot collide with the top of his balding head. Without a moment’s hesitation he realized it was the drow assassin! The orc swung his sword with incredible speed, but only managed to gash the villain’s cloak as the drow lept out...
Karsk tumbled across the dusty floor as the blow from the demon had sent him flying several yards. A moment of distraction had let the monster land on him, as his attention was stolen by that murderous drow.
That scrawny elf was starting to become an annoyance besides just being a despicable...
“AND SO THE HUNTER’S MARK FINALLY SHOWS ITS HIDE!”
Karskgorak charge through the remaining wraiths, towards the many armed demon. To the side he noticed a tall dark figure he recognized as that foul blooded swordsman Afanas. Karsk had heard the quasi-vampire had returned to hunting after a...
As karsk defended himself against the swarming wraiths he suddenly found himself being headbutted by the drow he had chased down into the cistern. The only injury that came from the headbutt was a small cut on the underelf’s chin from Karsk’s orcish fangs.
Karsk immediately thought to return...
As soon as the words left the young Drow’s mouth he was slammed into by 390lbs of charging Orc. Karsk had not stopped when Zyn turned to stand his ground, seeing no reason to give up the momentum that was built by running down the stairs.
The two tumbled down the remaining steps and into the...
“A killer and a coward?! One must hope your cave gods ashamed of you Kur!”
Karsk charged down the stairs after the drow, shouting at him as the two ran down a dimly lit tunnel.
The contents of the braziers lay scattered across the tunnel, reaching from the floor all the way to the ceiling...
Karskgorak stood atop the roof of a building that overlooked the half finished plaza. He stood there with arms outstretched with hands closed as he gazed up to the dark and cloudy sky.
He had come to Alliria on a tip that had been circulating around the adventurer’s guilds and had even reached...
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