An evening in Doom.

[Bob_the_fart_guy]

****Needing to look into more pressing matters, I called upon a dear friend who chooses to walk with a weapon rather than a dragon. There were possible reports of minotaur sightings in the very depths of Doom. And I simply could not tear my self away to investigate the matter myself. Eager to prove that the tip of his spear was as sharp as my dragons talons my friend clad in metal armor headed to doom with a large group of friends.****


Journal notes recorded for Hagrid: Upon arrival there were a large pile of monstrous bodies. Not to far from that pile was a horrible looking creature that many referred to as a "Dark Father". He critically injured me many times.

One: "Terry Clark" aided me with her bandaging abilities and we were able to take down the creature along with the help of some greater dragons, arrows and magic attacks from the group that I was traveling with. Of all the searching though I did not spot even one minotaur scout. I believe that the network of Meraktus has decided not to spread its reaches down here.


****Stammering into the small room the knight hands over a torn and bloodied journal to Hagrid. "This should give you your answer Hagrid" The knight says as he re-adjusts his helmet, then he bows and heads out to further train his skills in the ways of the warrior.****