Recent content by Solgrin

"Tell me about it." Solgrin said softly, his gaze flickering to Serafina with a small smile before he returned his attention back to Einar. Lips turned almost instantly as he looked at his friend. The Northman smiled, but the sorrow in his eyes were more than clear. A depth of pain that could...

Solgrin glanced back towards the wall, lips thinning as he watched the last echoes of Serafina's power. For a brief moment he hesitated, and then half turned to Sera. Without another word he took a step and swept her up and off the ground. Out of all of them, The Bandit Chief knew he was the...

Solgrin watched as Serafina soared through the air. For a brief moment he felt tension flicker through his body as he expected her to crash to the ground with a hard thud. He winced ever so slightly as she staggered atop the wall, almost falling backwards into the courtyard before catching...

Solgrin gripped his sword a little bit tighter as he glanced over his shoulder and spotted Serafina slowly stepping out. He took a heavy bar of metal, shifting it over the door and doing his best to lock it into place. A clatter of steel ringing out. Lips thinned for a brief moment, and then he...

Solgrin's blade was slick with blood. He had sundered dozens of undead, cut the throat of more than one necromancer, and yet this temple had only more and more. They were an army. A force that he had severely underestimated. He wondered how they had gathered so many, how they had managed the...

Solgrin had the look of a wild animal. There was a fierce flash within his eyes, anger and vitriol that sought a release through the blade in his hand. A part of him, that wild and murderous part didn’t even notice when Sera appeared. Instead he prepared to dash forward, to strike and take the...

Half a dozen of them now surrounded him. Each of their faces was obscured, half hidden beneath cloaks. His face was impassive as he stared up at them, fingers still clutching at the knife in his hand. He was not a prisoner, not captured, not yet. They had corralled him, backed him into a...

Solgrin's chest steadily rose and fell. Fingers clutching a sword in one hand, and what looked to be little more than a piece of steel in the other. It was a knife, at one point, warped by entropic magics. Before him lay three men, each of them gaunt and pale as corpses. They were not the...

Einar half stumbled. There was not a mark upon him, not a cut through his robes nor a mark of scorch on his skin. Yet there was a weariness about him, a bone sort of tiredness that settled deep within him. He could barely walk, his face gaunt as he moved. "Caught us." He said swiftly as he...

Sneaking through the Temple was no small task, especially with the weight that Einar was now carrying. Somehow though they managed it. Moving from alcove to alcove, hiding themselves within the dark. They listened all the while to panic, complaints and confusion. None of the Necromancers were...

They had her. They had what these weeks had been for, why the Band had made their way to this area first. A part of him felt the thrill of success. That little pique within the back of his mind that told him they had won, but of course they weren't quite yet there yet. An entire tomb still lay...

Solgrin didn't know how long it took. Seconds. A minute. Five. He searched through the catacombs, and in truth he wasn't even entirely sure what he was searching for. A name, a face that he remembered from Einar's description. None of the bodies were wrapped, but all were perfectly preserved...

So the worms had returned to their corpse, apparently willing to wait out Sera's assault. Einar and Solgrin sat crouched within a dark alcove. Huddled so closely against the wall that they were pressing themselves into stone. The Bandit Chief took slow shallow breaths, lips thinning as he...

Solgrin and Einar moved through the temple as quickly as they could. It quickly became evident that Sera's little attack had the opposite effect of what she had hoped. Yes, the skeletons were dying, and yes the Necromancers did not make it to the village. But the bastards were a cautious lot...

He wouldn't admit it to her face, mostly because he was pretty sure the next time he saw her there would be a lot of yelling, but Serafina's magic was doing wonders as a distraction. Not a single eye fell on them as they skirted east and around the temple. No sign of watchmen. no undead...