03-26-2024, 12:21 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-26-2024, 12:23 AM by Toryn Togglebit.)
Toryn nodded sagely as Kerrdremak shed some more light on the situation. Hmm, it would seem that your King has been consumed by his own ambitions. I sympathize; even the wisest men can fall victim to the allure of a powerful relic. My uncle Benny Two-Toes once found a wondrous alchemical jug that could produce infinite quantities of mayonnaise, among other condiments. We found Uncle Benny a week later, swimming naked in a pool of potato salad, madly proclaiming himself to be God of the Chunky Sea. Toryn stared wistfully off into the distance before snapping back to current reality.
What was I trying to- ah yes! We must venture forth into the depths below regardless, and if it is infested with the undead as you say, then perhaps it would be best if we could somehow avoid fighting more of your tribesmen. Are more like yourself that do not share your King's vision?
What was I trying to- ah yes! We must venture forth into the depths below regardless, and if it is infested with the undead as you say, then perhaps it would be best if we could somehow avoid fighting more of your tribesmen. Are more like yourself that do not share your King's vision?
