02-07-2018, 10:21 PM
As the sun beat down upon him, and caused liquid to drip in the armor that he had created over his body, Warren was not amused. Of course if someone had told him about a month ago that he would encounter someone named Dark Hecate, and she would murder an elf in front of him, Warren wouldn't have believed them. In fact, he'd have probably chased them out of his lair with a plasma blaster. Sadly, that was the truth of the matter that he was currently trying to come to terms with. What he needed to do first was get a place to call his home. While he did not like the abominable heat of the Endless Dunes, there were a few things in it's favor. One, if Dark Hecate came here, she'd have a disadvantage of being unable to use her ice powers which would put Warren himself at an advantage. Two, there were bound to be a lot of ruins here, or places he could build himself a base that few people would dare approach. Three, the heat and lack of water in the place for the most part would discourage would be travelers, and would likely discourage Dark Hecate from coming here. Four, he had been planning a change of scenery to get away from the insects that were in the Tangled Green anyway, and move himself somewhere safer. The Quarterback of Chaos trekked through the Endless Dunes at a brisk pace, and he was not very happy. Okay, not happy was an understatement. Deep within him was boiling a cauldron of an emotion that felt like lava within his body. What was this feeling that he was dealing with?