Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190919151013/@comment-25808351-20190922182514

Marcus and Cerberus break into a walled off room deep beneath the catacombs of an old castle far to the east to the Covenant HQ, there upon an obelisk sits the icon they were hired to locate.

“That’s it?” Marcus scoffs. “Your bosss sent us to find this old piece of shit? We just tore through an entire bandit platoon.”

“Orders are orders. Aleric wants this thing, so I’ll get it to him. I’m just surprised you took the gold for this.” Cerberus looks over his shoulder at Marcus.

“Work is work. Just grab the damn thing and let’s go.” Marcus punches a brick wall, crumbling it.

As Cerberus touches the icon, images appear in his mind, causing him to freeze up like a statue. An ongoing battle in a far off realm, one that needs capable fighters. Marcus notices his father’s unusual behavior and places a hand upon his father’s shoulder.

“Old man, you ok-“ Marcus then sees the same images, and both are cast into a portal that drops them into the unknown city.