| ((Aww, no monk-ish weapons or items? Oh well. I'll deal. Scales and claws pwn armor and weapons anyday.))
Ian broke his reverie, leaping from the frozen fountain. The ice shattered, returning the fountain to it's normal state. He wandered around the square, waiting for his companions returned. As he walked, he noticed a strange sense of forboding. Strange. I haven't noticed that since the demons I fought in the Kur'tal masacres... Gazing around, he attempted to identify the source of the feeling. |