The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Markos Amanodel: XXXI

A New friend: XXXI

"I'm bored." Markos stood up from the bench he was sitting at, the entire Temple of Gond as they called it was a wonder to behold. He had been in several temples all his life but this one.. Looked so different, so unholy yet interesting. He looked over to a seated Herod. "You bored too?" Herod slowly turned his face with a dead panned expression.

"Holy Puderis, yes." The warlock replied, Markos nodded and looked around the temple. Waterfall's and enormous pillars and just so much random stuff he thought.

'Burn it down and convert the survivors!' He rolled his eyes, voice number seventy three had a point though.. It would cure the boredom!

"So do you wanna like.. Look around the place?" Herod asked politely. "I mean we could always just.. Like.. sneak off and preach." Markos's eyes snapped over looking at him. "What? I have a religion too!" Herod shot back angrily. He smiled a little bit before standing up, removing his hood and reaching out his hand to Herod.

"Let's explore, when we're done we'll preach all we want." he remarked with a small smile.

"Remind me exactly what we're doing here.. Is there.. A point?" Herod inquired. Markos shrugged as they passed by a group of workers operating on these wooden machines. Alekzandr wanted to come.. He just went along with it.

"It's just a side quest I think." He remarked as he patted one of the wooden statues head's.

"Eh!" One dwarf remarked. "Be careful with that nimblewright!" He held up his hands in surrender. At the end of the aisle was a small staircase to another landing, the hard marble floor was somewhat distorted here as the gold gilded sides suddenly turned dark black and the marble got ashen grey.

"Looks like soot." He remarked as he stared at the fine grey powder coating it. "You Think they got a forge?" Markos asked Herod who seemed to be.. Playing with his sword.

"I hope not, I literally just purchased new armor at Steam &.. Ah fuck." Herod sheathed his sword and slammed his fist down. "I forgot to tell them where to put the damn Antlers." he explained. Markos frowned and nodded, "I'll head over there when we're done here." Herod added finally as they walked around the temple.

"I told you! You can't just be jamming weapons into other planes and expecting them to not malfunction!" Markos looked past the soot ladened landing zone to see a dwarf and a light skinned halfling human with dark brown hair and strangely cat-like green eyes.

"Yes you can!" The halfing cried in response. His voice was higher pitched and carried a bit of nassel to its tone. "Simply when you go to pandemonium-" The dwarf walked away far before the halfling could explain.

"I should've known better than to talk to your crazy ass Falgin! Craziest person in this damned city!" The dwarf screamed as he marched away angrily. The dwarf's red twin braided beard flopping about as he stormed.

"Five dragons." Herod said instantly. Markos looked over at him with a grin on his face.

'That is just straight up unfair for him.' One voice remarked

"Deal." He replied looking at the dwarf who passed them. In the corner Markos watched the Halfling named Falgin seemingly display no expression on his face as he folded his legs and sat down, pulling out a large piece of paper to read and write on. The halfling was dressed in a pair of brown overalls with a white shirt and open footed brown pants. His eyes were a stark green with gorgeous flecks of grey in them, Markos nodded and pointed at the halfling. "So you wanna go meet NPC eight hundred and fifty four?" He asked his companion. Herod smiled a little.