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The loud thudding of boots upon muddy ground resounded throughout the open area, each trampling beat in turn signalling the further approach of the group's most conspicuous member. At nearly seven feet the barbarian human known as Frygga towered over her companions. Bright red hair in combination with her foreign garb, which seemed to be composed of a number of light cloth and leather garments over-top her chainmail, instantly branded her as an outsider to this dreary ground. Further separating herself from the masses was the massive claymore-esque weapon she carried blatantly about her back, it's shining steel length all but inviting whatever conflict this land had to offer.

[color=ed1c24]"And they said Lord Hextor's realm was bad. . ."[/color]

The fighter's view was immediately drawn towards the area beyond the town's main gates, the rhythmic clang of the town bell enrapturing her focus. Back in the badlands such technology did not exist. There was only dirt and rock and waste as far as the eye could see. Goblins too, if one was foolish enough to venture too far into the numerous caves that provided the area's only shelter. But here was different. In the wastes the sun shone with an unrivaled intensity, here, it was almost as if it did not exist. The cool air and dreadful silence too were sharp contrasts to the wilds of Frygga's home.

[i][color=a187be]"Alexia Sindarin Calbridge... Demon Hunter. I concur... the Church and the people within are a good place to start."[/color][/i]

Frygga turned her attention to the mysterious half-breed at her side as if this were the first time the two had seen one another. In all honesty the barbarian had found herself sleeping for the majority of the cart ride, too busy snoozing after a hearty meal to worry prematurely about proper introductions. Although the half-breed did not at first glance appear too dangerous, it was only upon closer inspection that Frygga noted the assured manner in which she carried herself. Perfect! Another warrior among their ranks would do them good, just so long as she did not worship Heironeous the hated enemy!

[color=ed1c24]"Frygga the Foehammer, and I agree. The sooner we get to that church the sooner we can begin looking for magical weapons."[/color]

As a fierce warrior of her clan Frygga had always been pre-occupied with their foremost need: water and food. In her homeland such valuable commodities were rare and the tribes had little to trade for them. Worse still, the goblins which infested the area seemed to be the cause for a large portion of the problem. With so many tribes with such numerous populations the natural capacity of the land had been diminished. Frygga had left her home in search of an answer, in search of some magical implement, weapon, or device capable of eradicating the goblin threat for good. 

[color=ed1c24]"My god of conflict is ill-worshiped with idle words. Come sworn companions, let us be quickly to the church and quicker still to the battles beyond."[/color]