Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20191016010235/@comment-7262318-20191022212126

When they finally reached the top, they could see Vordel standing there alone, his axe hanging loosely from his hand. It was coated in blood, but there was no body to be found. In front of him, there was a small puddle as well as some scorchmarks, but nothing more.

He stood in the shadow of a massive statues, depicting a 4-armed man sitting on the rocks as if it were his personal throne. His face seemed to glare down at Vordel, his eyes focused only on the Dark Elf and his mouth hanging open to show his set of sharpened fangs. A battleaxe was clutched firmly in one of its hands.

Vordel only stood there, staring back up at the statue. Breath came out as fog in the middle of the cold air.