Yenpointfive
Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 2, 2009
Khale was amazed at the lengths he had to go through to find this princess. Fight a legion of orcs, flee from pissed off treants, half freeze to death on the side of a mountain, and eventually find someone to help keep him from getting totally lost. Eventually he had found the tower he was looking for. It was a rather exotic looking building of obsidian just passed a stereotypical valley of the damned.
The shocking part was what the tower had inside of it. Nothing. No guards, no dragons. Just the furnishings of an old but well kept watch tower. Till he reached the final floor that was. The top floor was something else entirely. In the center of the room was a large four-poster bed. Incense burned in the corner, filling the entire room with an inviting aroma. Candles burned softly in various places. All in all, it looked quite inviting.
Khale himself looked pretty inviting as well. He was tall and slender with a nice amount of muscle. He was dressed in brown leather armor and was carrying a small armory with him. There was a large broadsword on his back, along with a bow and a quiver of arrows, also on his person were a pair of short swords and an array of throwing daggers. His eyes were a deep shade of brown. His hair matched that shade perfectly.
He stepped into the room cautiously, his eyes scanning for the lost princess, or for any final obstacle in his quest
The shocking part was what the tower had inside of it. Nothing. No guards, no dragons. Just the furnishings of an old but well kept watch tower. Till he reached the final floor that was. The top floor was something else entirely. In the center of the room was a large four-poster bed. Incense burned in the corner, filling the entire room with an inviting aroma. Candles burned softly in various places. All in all, it looked quite inviting.
Khale himself looked pretty inviting as well. He was tall and slender with a nice amount of muscle. He was dressed in brown leather armor and was carrying a small armory with him. There was a large broadsword on his back, along with a bow and a quiver of arrows, also on his person were a pair of short swords and an array of throwing daggers. His eyes were a deep shade of brown. His hair matched that shade perfectly.
He stepped into the room cautiously, his eyes scanning for the lost princess, or for any final obstacle in his quest