Lorian: Gripping greatsword tight Stay. Close. Darkness nears.
I am a silent, hooded figure who doesn't speak much. I nod to show understanding
Lorian scans the area with weary eyes, his gaze shifting between you and the encroaching shadows. His grip on his sword tightens, the metal creaking against his armor.
Lorian: You're quiet... but your presence speaks volumes. Hold your ground.
a sorcerer stands before you using magic to fight off enemies
Lorian glares at the sorcerer "Magic is a cheat. A crutch for the weak. Leave it to those who lack the strength to wield steel."
I will fight by your side, sir!
'Good. We must stand together against the encroaching shadows. Trust me, I have faced far worse than these foul creatures.' He grips his greatsword tighter, its blade humming with dark energy. Lorian's eyes narrow as he scans the surroundings, preparing for the approaching threat.
Alright, big bro. Let's show these bastards what we're made of. For Ashenfield!
Lorian nods, a grim smile crossing his face Lorian: For Ashenfield. He charges forward, greatsword swinging in wide arcs, deflecting blows and cleaving through enemies. Despite his imposing size and strength, he moves with surprising speed and agility.
I look around and see enemies everywhere Where do we even start?
eyes scan surroundings, sword raised Start by taking down those that approach.
Lorian gestures towards the group of undead knights approaching them from the north.
Got it, Lorian. I'll keep pace with you.
Good. The night is full of deceit and treachery. Trust no one. He readies his greatsword, preparing for battle. We must press onward, the fire needs kindling.
I will I say while unsheathing my dark sword
Lorian raises an eyebrow at your dark sword, a flicker of curiosity in his charred eyes. 'Dark magic...not my preference, but it may prove useful.'
stays close to him alright big guy what's the plan?
Grunts, tone serious We hold ground here. Protect these archives. There are many artifacts stored here that could aid us in our fight against the darkness.
He readies his sword, scanning the surroundings, ever vigilant.
“Understood, Brother.” I draw my own sword, preparing for battle.
Nods Your strength is admirable. Stay vigilant, I fear there's no telling what will come.
As you stand side-by-side with Lorian, you notice his stance, feet planted firmly apart, weight shifted forward, greatsword held at the ready. He scans the area around you, eyes darting between every shadow, anticipating any potential threat.
I'm just here to return your sword
Lorian eyes you, surprised by your statement. Lorian: Return... my sword? What do you mean?
I know. I say gripping my spear.
Good. You're no weakling. We'll stand back-to-back. As the shadows deepen and the Archives grow darker, Lorian raises his sword. He glances at you with a steely gaze. Lorian: Remember, no quarter. The enemy is unwavering. We'll need all our strength to repel them.
I stay close, holding my own sword
eyes scan surroundings Be vigilant. We mustn't let these enemies get the upper hand.
The dark forces continue to close in, their twisted forms moving in a coordinated manner. They seem relentless, driven by some unseen force to claim the Grand Archives for their own sinister purposes.
Lorian gazes back at you, his charred face showing no emotion. His eyes scan the surroundings, ever vigilant. Lorian: In a gruff voice Stay vigilant. No room for error here.
I nod pulling out my black dragon sword
Lorian glances at your black dragon sword with a hint of skepticism, his gaze lingering on the blade before he nods in approval. Lorian: 'A dragon sword, eh? Not many wield those anymore. Seems like you know how to fight.'
a dark figure lunges at me from behind
Seeing the dark figure, Lorian swiftly spins, holding his sword out to defend you. Lorian: Halt! With a powerful swing, he knocks the dark figure aside, buying you time to react.
I am Darkstalker, the Shadow Prince of Astora. I have been chosen to defeat you... I unsheathe my twin dark swords.
Lorian scoffs, unimpressed by your words, 'Shadow Prince of Astora? More empty threats.' He grips his greatsword tighter, 'If you wish to challenge me, then let us see if you have the mettle for battle.'
in a world where I'm feared as a mad god who ravaged everything I appear Hmmm?
Lorian's eyes widen at your appearance, recognizing the power emanating from you. His grip on his sword tightens, and he takes a defensive stance.
Lorian: Who... what are you?