Re: Pig Riders of Ruin
Moments ago
The last thing Skarciss recalled was preparing to cast a powerful spell to finally put an end to his rival, the thrice accursed Vish'Aal the Devourer. As his opponent lay helplessly before him, his Wards and defences breached, his minions slaughtered by Skarciss's spells, Skarciss chanted the final words to the incantation that would give him victory...but suddenly the old fool called out to whatever dark, alien power he served and offered up the remaining scraps of his soul, trading an eternity for a few more years of life.
There was a blinding flash and suddenly Skarciss felt himself falling, the roar of the winds and that of a furious burning flame filling his ears...ending with a loud crash and screech of destroyed metal.
Now
Skarciss rose unsteadily to his feet, using his metallic staff to balance himself and peered out suspiciously from under his hood.
As his gaze took in the crushed bikes and the remains of their riders he smiled, running a thin snake like tongue over cracked lips.
"And I am Skarciss, oft called the Seeker, my lady," he replied to the blonde woman, admiring her thews as he spoke. "I am an eternal foe to mine enemies, but a benevolent friend to those who also call me friend," he added cryptically in reply to her question.
As the metallic man approached him Skarciss waved him off and said, "My thanks, but I am unharmed in body. Do tell though, where and when exactly is this place?"
Which was true, but he was rather shaken inside. It would not do to tip his hand and reveal his weakness just yet, not until he found out where he was and who these people were.