He had ventured to the lands of Altan's Few, endured the trials and relentless hunts of The Nights Veil. He had gained the esteem of its people, as well as the sacred blessing of the Matriarch of Whispers. He had fought in his God's name, triumphed, and proved himself. But the greatest of his gains was an old, age-worn, and yet invaluable map; a relic in itself, holding the key to another.
A parchment steeped in fables and cloaked in the whispers of time, whispers of a path. A path leading to his destiny; a legendary weapon, said to have once been used by the God of War, Ualdir himself.
And so another expedition would loom over the horizon; one far more dangerous as well as more important to him than any before. To certain volcanic lands, scarred by wars of divine and not so far from the ruins of Vdalion itself. Acquiring the weapon was one thing... but to prove himself worthy of wielding it so? The test of time awaited.
Attendees: Eivor + 3-4 others.
Risk: HCoD+
Reward: Final and complete piece of Ualdir's relic; the hammer. And possibly some dev mats.
Themes: War, majestic, lore-driven, also with a heavy emphasis on testing one's worthiness under Ualdir's tenets
DM: Mal
Attendees: Eivor + 3-4 others.
Risk: HCoD+
Reward: Final and complete piece of Ualdir's relic; the hammer. And possibly some dev mats.
Themes: War, majestic, lore-driven, also with a heavy emphasis on testing one's worthiness under Ualdir's tenets
DM: Mal