Over-thinking It

A fiery smog filled the air as the small band ascended the blackened tower, a hate-filled spire which a vicious flight of dragons called home. Higher and higher they climbed and the air seemed to clear as daylight peaked in from somewhere up ahead. The leader of the band, a minotaur, stopped them suddenly. The large armored beast turned around, his deep voice calm and collected.

"Thane Nefarious dwells just beyond these steps. He is lord and master of these halls, and any being who walks within them. We must approach with caution."

New Beginnings and Fresh Outlooks

A rogue crept forth into the dark hallway, her footfalls silent upon the cold dirt of the burrow. Sneaking had always come naturally to her, a fact which lead her to consistently thank her halfling heritage. Stopping suddenly, she raised a hand to her chin, staring forward inquisitively. After a moment of deliberation, she signaled for her allies to advance to her position.