Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150429173912/@comment-24306135-20150520005326

(OH GOD HOUSE OF WOLVES! I can't play in full until this weekend, but I hopped on today to pick up some new armor. I'm out of both Vanguard and Crucible Marks and I still need new gauntlets, but I made it to level 31. Woot Woot!)

Karak sat far from the other Guardians, having recently woken. He wasn't sure what had happened to him. He'd been searching for Sauron's head, having been told by the small Servitor that it was the only way to revive the first of what he now considered his brethren. Suddenly, he'd stumbled upon the Sword of his savior's killer, and for some reason, he'd touched it. Everything had gone black, and when he came to, he was being shot at. He still wasn't sure how he'd made the shield. He'd seen Sauron do it, and he knew that he alone of the group had such power. The others were... different, but not as a Dreg from a Kell. More like the differences of Vandals and their cloaked counterparts. Different tasks, but the same ranks. He knew they didn't like him. But these new powers, if they would teach him how to use them, could change that rather quickly. Karak knew what he had to do. The Vandal rose and walked toward the fire the ape's Baron (That's Avgust, BTW- Ed.) had made. It was time enough to talk.