Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160718054333

The rest of the soldiers close in around Hound and the giant Lieutenant, but they keep their distance. The giant stands, crippled, and hefts his axe again. He swings it in a mighty arc and throws it. Hound flattens himself as it whistles just above him, burying itself in a tree.

The giant begins walking towards Hound, limping on his shattered knee. "Thou art worthy, slayer.  Thy soul may be weak, but thy spirit is strong.  Join us, that we may use your strength.  Join and assure your place by the Throne, or be condemned into the pits from where thou shall never return."

A massive shockwave erupts from the mountaintop, traveling down the cliffs and shaking the trees, blasting back the mist and revealing the crest. In an instant the raging inferno all around Hound  is snuffed out, as if it were a mere candle. A wretched aura spills from the peak, bathing the granite spire.

"And so, it is done.  Snuffed are the fires that burned here, and put to a better use," the giant says, looking up. "Thou art too late, slayer.  Go, and suffer, or stay, and be slain."  He walks towards Hound.

'''"Or surrender, and become one of us." '''

Hound knows what awaits him above. He can smell him. The predator who knows no end to his hunt...