| He was at a crossroads, contemplating which side to join. Thinking of Delryan, he would be viewed as a protagonist if he were to fight on the side of Delryan. But King Mysius was likely to win.
In the end, he decided to join Delryan. If Delryan won and he lived, there would undoubtedly be a reward.
Covered in attention-grabbing armor forged from Corinthian bronze, he grabbed a katar, a sword, and a spear, and started towards the campsite.
Walking quickly, he made his way to the area where the rest of the warriors were in battle.
“Am I on time?” he asked, fingering his sheathed sword on his back, forged from orihalcum and steel, with his name inscribed: חַיִּים, “Chayim.”
A tall wizard clothed in silk and silvered explained that the battle was just beginning.
Grabbing his spear but not unsheathing it, he watched an alien figure about to battle a large Cerberus breathing ice. As he felt the heat leave the area he pulled his well-crafted spear to his side and felt the snowflakes crash onto his face.
[OOC: Heh, I almost put Cerebus. Damn misogynist aardvarks.]
Standing still, he decided it would be best to watch the Cerberus in case it had any other quirks.
A blank expression on his face, he brought the spear to his front and watched.
Last edited by Mikhail Gorbachev; 10-08-2006 at 11:07 PM. Reason: Clerical errors and such. |