Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20170129233222/@comment-4211788-20170222055516

Numen claps as a small smile reaches his face. He looks onward at the upgraded heroes, feeling that he is finally doing something good with his power. He then sits tailor fashioned.

"I feel power.. But it is not enough to ensure that you all will prevail against Malwrath. Greigor's soul should assist with survivability in combat. I'm afraid things will not get easier though. Moya is a vicious enslaving leader who will have her gang of blood thirsty monsters slay whatever stands between her and destiny. Xulu is on the prowl as I am told.." The monk then stands up and taps Taura on the shoulder. This should give the squirrel a rush of energy, almost like a buff of sorts.

"I know you need to survive. Fair travels." Numen says with a smile of deceit to Taura in a vampiric language.

Hiero meanwhile tries to stop Taura. "Hey! You know more than anybody that travelling that path alone will lead to your own death. Who's to say that befallen god isn't out there, or that crazy Moya? Besides, what are you looking for anyway? Greigor's already dead and that desert is no good. Help set up camp with us and remain safe."

The hawk becomes focussed on ensuring the group is in one piece. "I'm not even sure if the others are ready to take on another one of those islanders. Don't make the mistake of getting lost and dying, Taura."