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"The dead are not what you should fear. Indeed, the restless and the living are our primary concern." He frowned once more as the wooden door creaked and then fell, the long rotting structure falling apart. With a boom, the door slammed into the ground, echoing throughout the tower. At their entrance was a small chamber, with a spiral staircase leading upwards to the spire. Their vision was dim, several unholy candles bathing the void in a sickly green glow. In addition, the air hummed with magic, giving a feeling of unease. Now and again, near the candles, she may see vermin and insects skitt

The boards nearly crumbled from her light touch, sawdust spilling towards the ground. The inside of the tower seemed mostly quiet, save a deep, far off humming of either magic or machinery. If she pried further, the boards would come easily undone, leaving the door hers to open. Altherion leaned in closer to the tower as another gust of wind hit them. The keep let out a series of creaks and groans, and as the uneasy Gilnean heard the noise, she may mistake it for a living being within. The specters, as well, were riled by the wind. They began to come closer and closer towards the duo, roused

IGNORE THE LICH, IT SPEAKS NOTHING BUT LIES AND BLASPHEME.

The tower loomed menacingly above, a blemish upon the coastline. The ruin was comprised of old stone, hastily taken from the surrounding Grizzly Hills. Wooden boards crisscrossed the exterior, forming a long set of spiraling staircases, jutting towards the apex. One set, however, branched off towards the sea, likely to lower levels buried within the island. The architecture was clearly Gilnean in style, cobbled together as it was. Crowning the structure was a series of altars and rune carved spires, still humming with abandoned unholy energy. Another tide of wind had begun to buffet them. "Co

Clad in a nearly black set of plate armor, Altherion stood juxtaposed to the brilliant green shores and cheerful morning skies of the Grizzly Hills. His armor, formed in part to mimic the lords of the Scourge, was testament to his devotion. In all things, this Death Knight favored the old ways, the ways of a destroyed nation, the ways of a long dead Master. Utmost in his purpose was the defense of the true Lordaeron, the preservation of the legacy of the damned. This was why, as he regarded his progeny, a moment of human emotion swept over his long dead countenance. Frustration, not at this Gi

Ignoring my previous post, I would like to clarify. Heroes of the Storm is barely like League of Legends. There can be many buildings made of the same concrete. But your home isn't the same as a prison. It's what's on the inside that matters. Heroes of the Storm is barely about laning, and focuses on objectives. This objective focus forces large team battles. The lack of items and reduced time at spawn ensures continued, easy access fun. While on the surface, this is a more casual experience, the skill-shots and timed aspects of each Hero's skills are very reliant on the player being exceptio

the best romance is between altherion and altherion

x why is it always the heroes that return and never my evil pals

Lol nerd

Anything to make my communication with Lenah less prevalant

^lolz