[Morgeruat]

OOC: lol, Cyril, you make me fear continuing, truly, but a paladin, even a fallen one fears not death in pusuit of his just cause.

IC: While the party rested Morguerat was up long into the... "night", if their rest period could indeed be called such. The gnomes would be their greatest aid in discerning when the time to be about was upon them, but the large knight did not truly trust them, with an injured comrade it was possible that they would sacrifice time and speed in the name of a few more hours of rest for their friend.

Tucked into a crevice in the hollow they were using, a cloak had been draped, a heavy cloak one would have thought unnecessary in the stigfling warmth of the humid tunnels, by the light of a glowing coin a man began working on sharpening the already sharp fangs into a razors edge, they could be used for many purposes, the tip of a lance, a knife blade, and many other variations on the theme, once a few of the teeth were starting to show direction the former knight began to scrape the flesh from the claws, preparing them for use in a similar way.

As he worked he ponedered the course his life had taken, from a noble warrior he had become an instrument of evil, and escaped, becoming an agent of good once again, but his victory was short lived, unfortunately, his pain was growing by the day in these lightless depths, whereas before it had at least become bearable, the moments of despair always seemed to strike when he was feeling loss, such as in the chamber of the Silver, witnessing the senseless loss of one of Goodness's greatest heroes. His companions pitied him, Dantes knew more of him than the others, but Morguerat didn't really trust him, how could he, the man had claimed to be an ally, but had done very little in the true struggle against the one that Mods, providing only a distraction for the armies of both sides. Would he allow the man to cast a spell that would make him all but helpless? Would his companions use the chance to rid themselves of a possible loose cannon, a warrior with too much emotional baggage? Would Morguerat allow it? Perhaps he should "dispose" of his companions and continue on ahead, they all seemed motivated by greed, and as such could be subverted by that greed... But such thoughts were madness, and completely without a grounding in reality, for the moment. He would watch them carefully and at the first sign of darkness within them, they would all die by his hand.

OOC: Don't worry too much, Morguerat is just rambling to himself, and trying to cope with the wind that constantly assaults him, mass particide is not a likely outcome from this, or is it?