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...well, SHIT.
[Upstairs...]
Garion trots down the stairs, somewhat out of sorts and obviously so. The Sword on his back, usually utterly unobtrusive, shines brightly at the pommel and refuses to remain hidden today. He rolls his eyes at it once before hitting the main floor of the bar and starting towards--
His eyes catch a certain figure near the door.
*Done. And right on time.*
His eyes widen and his heart starts to beat too fast, too hard, as he sees the great God which he met upon the plains of Cthol Mishrak.
The great God that had fallen to the very sword on his back.
He can't help but shake, can't help as his fingers curl and itch towards his shoulder, as he watches Torak, the Scarred One, the Dragon God of Angarak, make his way into this place that he has begun to think of as home. Before, he had met his match in a remote city, one which meant little to him. But this...this was an invasion, a perverse intrusion into a place he cared about.
Indy, Jason, Wolf, Arithon, Nathan, Charlie, Ray and a score of others.
Grandfather...and Ce'Nedra.
This was their home, his home, and now entered danger Himself. Madness and Death and Darkness, Himself. He to whom Grolims had sacrificed untold legions of human victims.
"...the time is coming soon where you will have to take up Irongrip's sword once again."
He's never been more prepared to do it.
"You will be alone."
And he's never been more scared he won't be able to.
Garion trots down the stairs, somewhat out of sorts and obviously so. The Sword on his back, usually utterly unobtrusive, shines brightly at the pommel and refuses to remain hidden today. He rolls his eyes at it once before hitting the main floor of the bar and starting towards--
His eyes catch a certain figure near the door.
*Done. And right on time.*
His eyes widen and his heart starts to beat too fast, too hard, as he sees the great God which he met upon the plains of Cthol Mishrak.
The great God that had fallen to the very sword on his back.
He can't help but shake, can't help as his fingers curl and itch towards his shoulder, as he watches Torak, the Scarred One, the Dragon God of Angarak, make his way into this place that he has begun to think of as home. Before, he had met his match in a remote city, one which meant little to him. But this...this was an invasion, a perverse intrusion into a place he cared about.
Indy, Jason, Wolf, Arithon, Nathan, Charlie, Ray and a score of others.
Grandfather...and Ce'Nedra.
This was their home, his home, and now entered danger Himself. Madness and Death and Darkness, Himself. He to whom Grolims had sacrificed untold legions of human victims.
"...the time is coming soon where you will have to take up Irongrip's sword once again."
He's never been more prepared to do it.
"You will be alone."
And he's never been more scared he won't be able to.