<strong>Name;</strong>Berial Landistar<br/><strong>Time;</strong>Early morning.  7;00 AM.  (No one would know the exact time most likely.)<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Makeshift fort guarding the portal to the other side.<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Everyone within earshot.<br/><br/>He was about to walk away from the foolish 'Champions' but his ears caught wind of something that made Berial stop in mid step.  He turned his human body and his head to all but look over his own back in a sense before turning the rest of himself about to face the group again.  Were they really that idiotic?  "Do you seriously believe your foolish endeavors through FAITH will help you?!  Take a good damn long look, preacher."  Berial shouted as he picked up one of the slain imps and tossed it at Robin's feet.  If the perpetual hard on it had wasn't enough to go by, the smell of the twisted little demonic creature was most likely more than enough proof to say that there was no hope for the thing to ever recover beyond its physical deformities of course.  "That is a good example of just how bad things have gotten, and it's not getting better even with you fools coming here every year to try to turn the tide.  That demon doesn't care if you're a man or a woman or something else entirely.  It will subdue you, then it will try to rape you, and if you're lucky you'll be unconscious to care too much about it.  They have no reason other than their own instinctual need to propagate their kind as well as the taint that has twisted them so.  The people however that are here, that have somehow found a way to live with what this world does to them, they might listen, but they'll tell you the same thing I'm about to tell you.  Pick up a fucking weapon, and learn how to fucking use it lest you want to end up the one fucked."<br/><br/>Berial turned his gaze next upon Nadia, then Ashlyn before sweeping over Diego next.  "You'd be wise to follow this one's example.  He is no fool, and neither is the elf you've brought with you, but I will say this knife ears, you have earned the slights for being damned fools for coming here ill equipped as it were.  You think you're safe behind your living ironwood armor?  HAH!  I've seen full platemail individuals come through that gate and when I've been allowed to return home, I've heard of those same people ending up caught in a tentacle beast's tendrils.  So go ahead and boast all you like.  When you prove through your actions that you can handle yourself, then I'll consider apologizing, but until then, shut up knife ears and let the experienced warriors do their job."  Berial countered to the elf, having heard her all too well as he put a hand to one of his swords.  He was silently daring her to make a move and see where it got her.  He wasn't a soldier out here in the front lines for nothing.  "Now if there's nothing else that you plan to waste my time with, it seems your gear head here has the right of it.  David!  Get these kids one of our spare maps!"  The centaur shouted to one of his men who stood up straight and walked off, revealing that he had a bushy black dog tail trailing out behind him wherever he walked, but otherwise he seemed completely human.  He returned a short moment later and handed Jasper a rolled up and sizable map of the world they were now in.  "Just follow the Path of the Wanderers down and you'll get out of these mountains.  Good luck, you're going to need it."