Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140104025121

(Already dead. It was crushed by a falling pillar.)

Jack shuddered as he watched Daithi chop the dreugh's throat to bits, taking a moment to rethink his choice in friends. After Daithi had finished his morbid buisiness of making sure the dreugh was dead, he cleared his throat and took back the knife.

"Er... thanks, Daithi," he said, making sure the knife was thoroughly cleaned before sheathing the knife. The darkness seemed to relent to the group now that the Warlord had perished, and it almost seemed to shrink away from them as Jack led the group forward. Still, Jack found it difficult to see in the shadows. He constructed a makeshift torch out of more scraps he gathered along the way and led the group forward.

At last, they reached a wooden ladder that lead upwards into the Imperial Tower. Jack cleared his throat and stepped aside, leaving the entrance to the White-Gold Tower open for someone else to use. "So! Who would like to use enter the great Imperial Tower first?" he asked, clearly reluctant to venture up into the gargantuan Tower.