Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191021182359/@comment-5543592-20191023192820

Lysilde had only taken two steps before a voice rumbled out of the dark from directly in front of her and shook them to their bones.

“I have suffered my last embarrassment.”

The wind proved to be a red herring. A wave of nauseating foul breath washed over them, blasting back their hair and clothes.

The sky seemed to flicker on, like poorly lit lamp. Unsteady at first, but gradually growing in strength, providing a faint, overcast light. It was grey, and filled with what was like one large, unbreaking cloud that seemed to turn in perpetuity, like the beginnings of a hurricane. They stood on a vast expanse of rocking ground. In the distance, they could see fortresses, cliffs, landmarks. It was hard to tell, because something else caught their attention.

The faint light illuminated a creature. It was massive. Forty-feet in length and height, larger than some sea creatures. It expanded before them, a mass of muscle, scales, teeth, and claws. It’s maw alone was enough to swallow two or three of them whole.

It was hunched, long body stretched out, to speak with them at their level.

“I remembered your scent, mortal.” It’s dark, pitted eyes locked onto Alvoran, and it spoke with a voice that rumbled like an avalanche. “'''Slave of Meridia. I remembered it well.'''”

“Alrithos!” Cade gasped, sword rasping from his sheath. “You fiend! I should have known!”