Post by Vanargand on Aug 22, 2008 10:51:39 GMT -5
Beyond the network of dark tunnels and endless caverns swarmed by orcs lies a hall, where stands a large throne of stone. The throne, crafted with amazing craftsmanship by orc standards, that is yet the one occupying it is no feeble Orc. A pair of large predatory eyes is cast upon all those brought before the throne and all around a pack of wild horrors awaken, cautiously observing and waiting.
One wrong move and a visitor will be torn to shreds in a matter of few moments, a few gory and bloody minutes is all it takes to cause a gruesome display before the throne of Vanargand, the king of the mountain. This fear is en stoved upon all visitors, who are brought or arrive before the werewolf on his throne, but then again should the messengers words be enough to feed the wolf`s appetite then they`ll leave with their lives.
One wrong move and a visitor will be torn to shreds in a matter of few moments, a few gory and bloody minutes is all it takes to cause a gruesome display before the throne of Vanargand, the king of the mountain. This fear is en stoved upon all visitors, who are brought or arrive before the werewolf on his throne, but then again should the messengers words be enough to feed the wolf`s appetite then they`ll leave with their lives.
