Vilaz Munin
Aliit Alor
Location: Behelian Canyon
Where was he? Did he drink at all, last night? And why? Why were his eye lids close when he didn't want them shut? And where was he? That's what he wanted to know. Where in the hell was he? He finally opened his eyes and saw a hooded statue, meters tall looking down at the ground and at Vilaz and wasn't the only statue. "Da hell am I?" was what the Rally Master said as he began to get up on his two feet. He was in his beskar'gam and the only weapons he had was Orar'bev and a combat knife. Nothing else except ammunition for his crossbow and a few cigarettes. He looked around his surrounding as well as his HUD seeing if there was anything besides him in this particular place. Nothing. Only he was in this particular place.
The Warrior then took off his buy'ce and clung it to his helmet and reached for a cigar and lit it up inhaling and exhaling vapor from his mouth. On a path of the canyon the Redneck began to walk down the path to see where this journey would lead him.
Where was he? Did he drink at all, last night? And why? Why were his eye lids close when he didn't want them shut? And where was he? That's what he wanted to know. Where in the hell was he? He finally opened his eyes and saw a hooded statue, meters tall looking down at the ground and at Vilaz and wasn't the only statue. "Da hell am I?" was what the Rally Master said as he began to get up on his two feet. He was in his beskar'gam and the only weapons he had was Orar'bev and a combat knife. Nothing else except ammunition for his crossbow and a few cigarettes. He looked around his surrounding as well as his HUD seeing if there was anything besides him in this particular place. Nothing. Only he was in this particular place.
The Warrior then took off his buy'ce and clung it to his helmet and reached for a cigar and lit it up inhaling and exhaling vapor from his mouth. On a path of the canyon the Redneck began to walk down the path to see where this journey would lead him.