The Battle of Death Mountain: Staging

[Thor]

Thor let himself come to ground a short distance from the goron village. He set Revan down and said they should wait for their companions. Flying had taken more out of him than he had expected. Thor watched Red and the masked woman come to him as he let his strength return. When they had come close enough Thor began to follow, motioning for Revan to follow. As they entered the village they could see four figures standing in an open space. The first three seemed human enough, though all but one seemed to wield the tools of sorcery, a skill he had little liking of thanks to his brother. The fourth, however, was different. The black robed figure did not wield the implements of the Art, yet Thor knew some how that the face beneath that hood would not be human. When he and his companions had reached the group the woman calling herself Frost stepped forward and offered a fair introduction. All four turned their heads, and Thor was not disappointed when he saw the face of the hooded figure. He was about to step forward and personally lend his aid to the one called Nealaphh, whom Thor suspected was the robed being with three eyes, when more began to arrive. He watched the spectacle of the gathering unfold before him and his companions. First was a massive thing of steel and circuits that opened a gaping mouth to spit forth a much smaller warrior who identified the dark being as Nealaphh. Nealaphh spoke to them through the aid of floating shapes, thanking them for coming. Then a man that smelled of rot in armor that glowed with power came to stand beside the shadowed leader with a quiet apology. Then yet another man, this one with a sword as big as his body, approached walking right passed Thor and his friends to greet the group as old friends. Finally Red-Hood spoke saying that unless more was needed he would be retiring. Thor watched him go, contemplating following him, only to have another warrior riding a horse arrive scattering his thoughts. The warrior dismounted and bowed to the one called Nealaphh and announced his name and intention of joining their cause in one short sentence. Thor looked at the wildly varied group. He had remembered the heroes that had united to guard his own earth. There were similarities to be drawn. He smiled.

Thor looked around at the buildings, then at Nealaphh. "My Hammer sings of dragon's death, but if we are not to march this day then I would like strong drink and good company. Does anyone know if this place possess a hall of drinks?"