| "Good, we are all prepared now. We are marching towards Dragon Fang Mountains." He said in a commanding voice too awake for his body. He started out the Blessing door, after paying the Innkeeper more than what was needed and the others followed him to the main road.
As they traveled the Caravan Road, a memory sparked in Vox's mind. When he, Raphael, Ainar, Wolfz and the others had set out on this very same road thousands of years ago. They were off to find the location of a missing caravan...
Vox snapped back into reality. He showed no sign of being in turmoil since his memories here were not good ones. He stared at the road and then turned back to his companions. "Today, we are just simple hunters on an adventure, but a week from now, we are warriors out to seek vengence on the demonic populace. I know the Halls of Death like the back of my hand, from fighting many battles there. You all follow my lead when we get to the base of the mountains. Understand?" He asked in a sharp tone, though more of a command than a request. The group all nodded, some of them feeling a frightening aura comming from this man; an aura of pure hatred.
The group continued north-north-west untill dusk where Vox spotted a plataeu where the group could rest. He told everyone to set up tents and he started to create a barrier around the camp, a barrier of purple flames and sleek ice. He then covered that with a light-bending spell which then made the camp invisible to outside eyes.
Powerful was this tragic hero.
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