09-16-2014, 03:26 PM
"I'll pretend that was a joke. Where I am from, the religious order would kill someone for such a quip....He was sorta a father to me.....he thought me everything I know....even managed to grant me immortality, in a sense.....but...he was more so a great friend....And one crazy son of a bitch...." The Troll says, the last bit a chuckle, as he remembered the crazy adventures him and the purple priest had embarked on. "I think he would of liked you.......hell, maybe he might end up here too, if Nothel smiles upon my fate."
And with that, the troll begins to speed up in his movement, wanting to get to the city faster. By now the tar had hardened, and is now cracking and peeling away from the purple, blackish cloth, having been stained by the tar.
"What was your world like?" Naz asks, now curious about where this man, who looked like a young sniper, had come from.
And with that, the troll begins to speed up in his movement, wanting to get to the city faster. By now the tar had hardened, and is now cracking and peeling away from the purple, blackish cloth, having been stained by the tar.
"What was your world like?" Naz asks, now curious about where this man, who looked like a young sniper, had come from.