Board Thread:Galan Adventures/@comment-5008281-20151106234518/@comment-5008281-20151218032219

"Then what do you propose we do? I would rather choose and be wrong than stand here discussing philosophy until the end times. It seems like the most logical direction to take, so if you will not make a decision..." Lesper had no hesitation, and took up the third scroll.

As the scroll was taken from the table, the blue flames on the three torches flared brighter than before, and the large wooden door slowly creaked open, the hinges whining as if they hadn't been opened in centuries. The door opened all the way, and there stood the dark, shadowy entity that they had met before, only now he had a face, the face of the old man that they had met at the tavern. He wore a large smile on his face as he gazed at all five travelers.

"Tontrus..." Lesper said in a grim manner. The old man flipped the hood away from his head and stepped out toward them.

"Well, I suppose congratulations are in order. You have, indeed chosen the correct scroll that I have spoke of when we first met. For this, you are granted entrance into my treasury..." He held his hands to both his sides, and as he did, two glowing eyes appeared in both suits of armor to either side of him. "So long as you survive." He laughed a little, and bowed. "Now, I bid you adieu. Perhaps we shall meet again."

The two suits of armor raised their broad swords as they stepped forward.

Lesper's expression became ever more grim as he unsheathed his sword, and wielded his shield on his arm. "Damn you, old man!"