A shrine in the middle of the woods, a shrine of Kord………..
A glorious battle, goblins, wolves, a man with fangs, and an assassin of light….
Hammer held high, the shock of a goblin skull caving in, a dire wolf’s growl, and a crack of thunder….
And then, a feeling of purpose, of righteousness, of destiny….
The same damn vision every few days, Hadar was growing impatient for he’d been at the shrine in his visions for 4 days now. Other than smiting the kobold brigands that tried to rob him during his journey here there hadn’t been a bit of excitement for Hadar in the weeks since he left the Northic Halls. Being a Warpriest of Kord usually doesn’t call for such patience.
Hadar gave a quick prayer: “Praise be to Kord and may Kord bring me a battle soon.”
And the Warpriest waited.