Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20190421164848/@comment-2165692-20190430150254

"There is no hierarchy among the Heralds, they may look to me as their leader but we all serve Lord Malithq." Raqorith said "You are at the same rank as me, but if you serve our Lord well." he looked at Maugrim "Then you may be awarded the great honour of carrying the Monrun Vyth." he said.

As they walked towards the Obelisk the number of people grew smaller, a feeling of dread washed over them from the tower and Kyrenir stopped, she broke out in cold sweat even though it was still relatively far to the base of the Obelisk. Kyrenir then slowly pushed on, some strange pressure dwelt on them as they walked, it didn't take long for Kyrenir to start quaking with fear, but nevertheless she pushed on.

A man seemed to exit the tower before them, as he spotted Kyrenir, he leaned on the tower and watched to see if she would make it without breaking down, this man. Whoever he was, appeared utterly unaffected by the tower. His hair was black and his eyes were red as he watched them amused.