Hall of Infinite Doors
"Hmmm.. well, that is why I'm here," you play the part, "To accompany you on your journey, to see that you do not fail."
"Many thanks be to ye, my lord," Sigord bows again, "We will not fail with you at our side."
A thinner warrior with grey hair steps forward from the group, his bushy eyebrows furrowed and his lids squinting in suspicion. He looks rather old, but still very dangerous. "The god Loste... I have not heard of ye."
Uh oh. "I'm young, but strong."
"Who was your father?" the warrior asks.
"Well..." you begin, unsure of what to say. Then Sigord steps in to save the day.
"Thiorak! Ye do not question the GODS!" He roared, "SHOW RESPECT!"
Thiorak frowns deeply and looks very angry. He is about to say something, then stops and bows slightly towards you.
"How the devil would a normal boy make it all the way out here, if he is not a god? Eh?" Sigord looks threateningly around at the others. All seem satisfied with you being a god except Thiorak, who glowers at you.
"Now, we must set off to the Anak city of Iron and Stone. Into the mountains." Sigord looks over at you, "Where is y'ur weapon, my Lord Loste?"
"Weapon? Oh, uh... I lost it on my way down." you stutter.
"Well, I suppose ye do not need one, but here is me sword. I would be honoured if you would weild it." The massive man hands you his enormous sword. You grasp it, and as soon as he lets go it falls to the ground. You struggle to lift it upwards, but fail. The warriors look at you questioningly.
"This weapon is not good enough," You say in your deepest voice, "Find me another. Smaller, perhaps."
"Er... yes, of course." The warrior retrieves his huge weapon and pulls out another blade, a short sword. You take it and hold it with both hands, then you embarassingly realize it's ment to be held with one. Just managing to hold it up, you give Sigord a reasuring smile.
"This will do."
"Then let us go!" Sigord shouts, and the rest of the men roar an echoing, "LET US GO!" Then begin running towards the mountains.
"Running... why are they running?" you mumble to yourself as you follow Sigord over the skulls and bones. You are already huffing and puffing, but the warriors seem to be perfectly energetic, even after the tiresome battle with the dragon.
You soon realize just how much trouble you have gotten yourself into.
"Many thanks be to ye, my lord," Sigord bows again, "We will not fail with you at our side."
A thinner warrior with grey hair steps forward from the group, his bushy eyebrows furrowed and his lids squinting in suspicion. He looks rather old, but still very dangerous. "The god Loste... I have not heard of ye."
Uh oh. "I'm young, but strong."
"Who was your father?" the warrior asks.
"Well..." you begin, unsure of what to say. Then Sigord steps in to save the day.
"Thiorak! Ye do not question the GODS!" He roared, "SHOW RESPECT!"
Thiorak frowns deeply and looks very angry. He is about to say something, then stops and bows slightly towards you.
"How the devil would a normal boy make it all the way out here, if he is not a god? Eh?" Sigord looks threateningly around at the others. All seem satisfied with you being a god except Thiorak, who glowers at you.
"Now, we must set off to the Anak city of Iron and Stone. Into the mountains." Sigord looks over at you, "Where is y'ur weapon, my Lord Loste?"
"Weapon? Oh, uh... I lost it on my way down." you stutter.
"Well, I suppose ye do not need one, but here is me sword. I would be honoured if you would weild it." The massive man hands you his enormous sword. You grasp it, and as soon as he lets go it falls to the ground. You struggle to lift it upwards, but fail. The warriors look at you questioningly.
"This weapon is not good enough," You say in your deepest voice, "Find me another. Smaller, perhaps."
"Er... yes, of course." The warrior retrieves his huge weapon and pulls out another blade, a short sword. You take it and hold it with both hands, then you embarassingly realize it's ment to be held with one. Just managing to hold it up, you give Sigord a reasuring smile.
"This will do."
"Then let us go!" Sigord shouts, and the rest of the men roar an echoing, "LET US GO!" Then begin running towards the mountains.
"Running... why are they running?" you mumble to yourself as you follow Sigord over the skulls and bones. You are already huffing and puffing, but the warriors seem to be perfectly energetic, even after the tiresome battle with the dragon.
You soon realize just how much trouble you have gotten yourself into.