MindfulBear

Go as deep underground as you can... As deep as you can... Ignitus’s words echoed through Hunter’s mind as he scouted ahead for Terrador. All the citizens of Warfang had to find shelter if they were to survive the coming apocalypse. Hunter did not like this place. The burbling magma and the wind tunnels obscured his hearing, the smell of sulphur clogged his nose, and the shifting lights, split between red and white, aggravated his eyes. Upon seeing swarms of orcs and grublins wandering the ruins, Terrador had sent him ahead to find a good shelter. He had just found a promising chamber with a working gate when three earsplitting ro