[h1]Dragons Cradle[/h1]
18 pairs of eyes were trained on the golem and the elf girl. 17 of these spies kept their hands firmly on heavy crossbows, trained on the elf in case. Their cloaks blended in well with the volcanic stone, the only give away to be found was the steel tip of their weapons. While 17 waited for sigh of aggression, the last of them approached boldly with the cowl of his hood down and his strong arms shouldering his crossbow. He was short of stature and his copper hair and beard reached down the bottom of his chest. In his deep voice he boomed out in a thick dwarven accent,[color=ed1c24] "That's far enough lass! Your surrounded, whats one of your kind doing this far north? Let's keep this civil now, no blood need to be shed!"[/color]
[@Mr Rage]

[h2]Sun Kingdom Forrest[/h2]
[color=00746b]Ultrovos...[/color] in the silence of such a serene night the strange voice seemed to boom like a thunder clap. [color=00746b]Look to my home...[/color] a strong and foreign force compels you to look to the night sky, at a specific point in the endless cosmos. No one would know what they were looking at but for the Veiled One, it was as prominent as a bleeding wound. One of the stars was missing, the voice returned, it was not heard from above or even from his own head. But to the east. [color=00746b]Your answers are found in a land of rot...Find your answers... sew shut the hole in the heavens... [/color] 

[@Oraculum]