Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150904152042/@comment-5824038-20151003085012

Roland would see what looked like little more than an insignificent lump of rock and ice. How could this tiny excuse for an island be where they were going?

Jorvarr and Prometheus came up with the rest. 'Doesn't look much, does it?' the Nord commented.

Prometheus turned around to look at the prow of the ship. 'Look there!' he exclaimed.

Five Reckoners were standing at the prow, watching them all. Wheher they had only just arrived or been there for a while, who could say?'

One of the mysterious figures stepped forwards.

'It is time you were told what your purpose here is. No doubt you have begun to wonder why we requested your presence, and have discovered the illogical nature of your situation.

'The truth is that Molag Bal, the Corrupter, is imprisoned on that island. We sentenced him there to live out an eternity of solitary existence because of the atrocities he committed as a god. Since the ending of the Divine War, we have reconsidered our decision, and wish to end his sentence with his execution.

'The problem is that we surrounded the island with a ward that prevents him from leaving, but it also prevents us from entering. We need you to land on the island, find Bal, and convince him to leave the island. If you do this, he should be able to cross the wardings, and then we can capture him. Then, as promised, you will be able to witness the death of a god.

'Are there any questions, or are you ready to leave?'