Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150417225617/@comment-12599067-20150420010812

After some time, there was a loud slam as the door of the inn which Nissa and company were currently staying in was thrown open. The massive form of Malus stepped through-- only there was something slightly different about the way he looked. Those in the front room couldn't quite indentify it at first, but eventualy some of them came to the realization that the Colossus' face was quite literally dented. However, it was a surprisingly small dent, and it seemed to be slowly repairing itself over time.

Malus was, in truth, quite frustrated with what had happened earlier. The priest had made a very lucky shot-- to be able to hit a rather small target with a heavy warhammer, especially with a height difference of around five feet between the two of them, was nothing short of divine intervention. No matter. He knew there wasn't a chance in hell it would happen again.

He also knew that they had ventured out into the desert to go find some settlement that the priest had mentioned, one that was apparently off the map. It wasn't a whole lot to go on, but it was better than nothing. Now all that was left was for Nissa to give the word and they would be off.

Unfortunately, judging from some of the various cries, moans, and other miscellaneous obscenities he heard coming from the room she was sharing with Aratius, Malus very much doubted that would be anytime soon.