Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-9601450-20130908192141/@comment-9601450-20131026202834

Okay, DCG hasn't come back so lets us continue onward!

"You guys can talk when get indoors, and stay away from the forests, they're...not healthy for outsiders."

The Freelancers make they're way through the dense forest, girlish laughter can be heard from the forests, a crewmen drinking some Skooma is lagging behind.

"Why do we need to stay away from the woods?" asked Novis.

"Spriggins." replied Dra'nnasi.

"Spriggins? Why do we need to fear them?"

Dra'nnasi looks Novis in the eye, hten turns around, grabs the crewmens Skooma, and throws it in the forest. A tree like hand shoots out from the underbrush, grabs the skooma, and crushes it.

"Thats why." Dra'nnasi promptly finishes.

The castle is kind of like fort Dawnguard, but with it's back to the sea, and a Drawbridge. The Freelancers reach the gate. It opens, and the heroes walk into the courtyard. In the courtyard, Priests of Order are spread throughout the yard, trimming bushes, reading books, and speaking with each other. Constantine leads the heroes to a door flanked by Knights of Order. The K(nights)O(f)O(Order) open the doors reaviling a throne very long room, "Now, father is, as I said before, eccentric, he will ask you all his names, and then ask what you think he is. Don't insult, berate, or anger him in any way, he can kill you in seconds if he wants to." Constantine walks towards the throne, on it is a man dressed in this armor except Blue and white.  "Father?" Constantine asks. He raises his gaze to the freelancers, and asks them i a slow voice, "What are your names." the Freelancers, (Excluding Dra'nnasi and Constantine) tell him their names. "Dunlammus Tyreal, what do you think I am?"