Armed logs 4

{NARRATION} Beyond the sheer and deadly cliffs that Theira provides beyond it's walls, the party discovers what they are looking for. A cave, jutting out of the icy-blue rock and howling with activity on the inside. A trial for the truly brave that has sat without a victor for hundreds of years.

The true name of the warrior entomed at this place has long since been lost, but his legend has not. One who's axe could shatter the winds, who could fell a hundred men with only the gales that pushed him, and stood victorious until his death.

The enterence lay open for the party, all they had to do was walk inside.


 Arthur took a second as he let our a breath and looked up at he snow it was nice to see this much of it just cover the ground it was a stead bit of powder which was nice that meet he would be able to see anything that came at him for miles. But wasn't the thing that hold his attention it was the cave the cave that he cave from the rumor that he had pieced together from the drunken rambling from people that frequent the bar.


He ran his fingers over the stone as he looked at the entrance and let out a laugh. It was nice to know that words of drunks knew a great deal as he laugh his winds pushed form his back and flapped a bit in the snow. Grabbing his sword and rest it on his shoulder as he looked at the darkness in the gave and gave a whistle.

"Aye we there and into the mountain we go!"
(Arthur)

 The chill from the outside of the mountain dissapears as the four enter the cave, warmph guiding them to a darkened chamber. Just as they enter, the sconces littering the walls fill with light, and a giant of rock and metal stands motionless.

A yawn, loud and groggy, fills the chamber from an unknown location.

"Hoooooaaw- how many YEARS has it been since someone's tried to rob my grave? Look at you-"

While there's no pair of eyes, the party gets the feeling that they're being observed.

"Well! Welcome to my tomb, you've probably heard about my axe, but I'm not just going to give it up to any ol' graverobbers!"

Just then, the eyes on the golem light up in magma, a great source of mana suddenly spurning it to life.

"Lets see how you do against my ol' sparring partner."

The party can, however, tell easily that this thing wouldn't be satisfied until all four of them were reduced to blackened skeletons.


Arthur took a second as he made his way into the cave there was a light breeze blowing through it as he walked he could feel it on his feather it was softer a breeze on a calm day. He wings flapped automatically as he walled deeper into the mounting letting the flat of his sword run along the edge of the cave. His armor was tight around his shoulder but that was what happened when one spent most of their life training, your armor got tight from the wear that you put on it. Metal was good and enchanted metal was every better but at the end of the day it was still just metal and they all had their limits.

He made his way deeper into the mountain light came from the wall as he followed the followed the magma until something came form the wall. Pumping as much mana into his sword as possible as eh jumped into the fight. The blade vibrating with the force of it the wind wrapping around it as then went into the fight. It wasn't something that he expecting to fight the way the heat from the beast shined his feather and his sword could only cut so deep into the creature as he went.

A wave of lava was thrown at him during the fight and there was no way to avoid it so he sank his sword into the ground as he pushed enough mana in the blade that the ground around it started to crack. And the air came from the blade a force of a hurricane from the sword the wind wiping the lava away from his body as he sunk more and more of his mana into the weapon so that it parted the red sea under him but that was something that dragged him almost to the point of no mana left in his body.

Pulling out the sword from the ground as he wind started to wrap around it once again he was to slow to stop the foot from slamming into his chest and sending him into the wall. There was a second he could feel his skin burning and his rib cage crack as he hit the other side. Well fuck that was going to be a pain as he wind disappeared from his blade letting out another whistleas he picked him self up and let the mana flow back into his sword.

Spitting out a tooth as he looked at Sylas. "well that why I brought you along with me thanks ya for finishing it off."
(Arthur)

 {NARRATION} The final blow by Sylas sends the golem shattered to the ground, leaving only a pair of legs to stumble and fall, breaking apart into missmashed rock and stone. The core, pure Arcanium, falls onto the ground. Whatever housing is completely smashed, and all that remains is the mythical metal.

"...Well! I wasn't expecting something like that, most people just get crushed to death! Through the door you go!"

The door that the Golem was protecting creeks open, leading the party down further into the mountain. Onwards and downwards.

 Arthur took a second as he spat out a bit of blood and looked at portal behind the golem it seemed that they were on the right track something he tried to break his ribs to prevent him from getting to something. But that was dead now and he was not stopping until he got that shaft there was something that compelled him to keep going until he got his prize.

Letting out a whistle as he look at the rock that Sylas carried it was nice but that was not his goal. "Naw aint what I 'ere for." Taking a bit of blood and running it down the blade as he watch it get stable the vibration back to a steady pace as he got control back of his mana. Letting out another whistle as he called to wind around the weapon. "its up ta ya for who want that."
(Arthur)