[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/tUm0LZ8.png[/img][/center][center][color=gold][h2]Torag Draken[/h2][/color][/center]
	While he walked for the center of the forge, Torag glanced around at the dwarves running about frantically.  Each of them was busy with one task or another as the mountain rumbled once more, summing up the threat they were all under for the moment.  Sure, everyone in the Nexus was essentially immortal, although locations didn't have that luxury.  Everyone here would be fighting to defend this place, the smiths included.  The wraith looked up slightly as a swelling pipe a few feet above and behind him suddenly burst, and maggots around the size of coins began to pour like water out of the brass tubes.  One of the dwarves that had been arming himself was the first victim of the rain, getting covered in the grubs and screaming in agony while they burrowed into his skin.  The commander looked on in disgust and stopped a small group of his companions from advancing to help their friend.  [color=gold]"Those insects are covered in a demonic taint... the Queen of Carrion must be nearby.  Avoid those things at all costs, unless you can get the lavaflow working again and purge the halls."[/color]  How he knew that was a possibility was a mystery to all, although that was a secondary goal for now.  He turned and continued on his path to the central chamber, intent to kill whatever intruder had gotten in and disabled Alt Signia.

	He soon came to a door made of bloodstone with golden dwarvish writing, indicating the central chamber to be beyond it, and a warning to not go in without the proper equipment.  He grasped the handle and forced the door inwards, only to find the hall to be full of maggots.  He grimaced as they started a slow advance towards him, giving him time to figure out the best way to deal with this infestation.  [color=gold]"This is why I hate demons... this is exactly why I was a priest!"[/color]  He grasped his scythe and raised it over his head, then slammed it into the ground.  A series of cracks formed in the ground outwards from the point of impact, covering the entire hall and soon blasting everything with an intense light, burning everything in the vicinity with a demonic taint to a crisp.  The Harbinger of Light proceeded on his way, now up to his ankles in the burned carcasses of maggots.  At the end of this hall was the central chamber, which apparently already had Diana and Bastion attempting to kill each other for one reason or another.  He stood as still as the grave for a brief moment, drawing his claymore from the scabbard on his back and stepping forward.  [color=gold]"Now, this is a fair fight."[/color]  He nodded to Diana and took up a proper fighting stance, tightening his grip on both his weapons.

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