It was a weird thought even for him, even for the god of mischief himself, Loki, was not sure of his own plan.
To deal with them, is different, but they are kind of gods aren't they?
Alright, "there goes" he said to himself, and then he vanished, as if he was never there….
Somewhere in Scandinavia 204 AD , wolves howl to the night , and yet Regnar cares not, he knows what wolves those are, children of Fanrir himself, the greatest white wolf, an offspring of Loki and a giantess , but Regnar cares not, he will go there, save Odin and then…well he didn't know what will happen then, but..Regnar cares not. He thought eventually before putting he's head on the pillow at and sank into a sleep.
Dhar was not your ordinary Barbarian he was tall and well built. Plate armor covered his muscular body, hiding beneath it scars and sores. Harrogath needed to be rebuilt, he knew that. And he hoped that he could finally rest without nightmares…but he needed to fix the teleporter first, "hmm, where does this rune goes?" he managed to say, picking it up, and suddenly disappeared in a puff of red smoke.
Sonya was fair, for some, and intimidating for others. She had long red hair, which was awfully messy, and she didn't smell too good either, but then again you wouldn't too, if you'd be covered in the blood of a prime evil. "Why does this always happens to me?" she asked herself bluntly, and took out what looks like a town portal scroll... she chanted the word "I need to go back", and disappeared, but in Tristram she appeared not.
Hectorain was tall and well built, scares covering his body, Fair red hair tangled in a beam winded on his head, a small goatee sprouting from his face... but rather weird glim in he's eyes...he did kill a shukra demon, he went to underworld and came back, and right now he really wanted that mug of beer...why wouldn't they gave it to him?
He was just about to call the waitress to get the mug but he felt dizzy, like the earth was falling from under him, in an instant he's eyes rolled back and he collapsed...
Kerigar and Aiona ware an odd pair, He was a destroyer, and she was an engineer... He was addicted to ember, she prefers to shoot it... but ember did destroy the world didn't it? Or was it the alchemist? They weren't sure anymore, and frankly. They didn't care either.. Until something awfully familiar happened and they felt a huge mana surge going...
Darkness is the way of the exile.. War is the way of the Karui... Death is the way of the tukohama...Akuro was a fine example of this...drifted as a slave, an ex-marauder, on the path of death, he liberated wraeclast almost entirely on he's own, domius and piety ware nothing compared to malachai and the beast...he wanted to return the lioneye's gate but he didn't notice the weird runes inscribed on the ground of the waypoint teleporter...