Akryn grinned as he approached the entrance to the dungeons, wearing full kit today, his black sword, the seven cuts, his eye patch with the motomiji star underneath, and his red glove, with his spear in his left hand and the starry end resting on his right shoulder. He alone would be a scary sight to see coming at you, but with him was a ferocious looking half dragon woman, who would have been ferocious looking anyway were she not always swaddled up like a mummy, a ten foot tall hulking figure that put out a permanent air of physical power, and a very well known ace and wizard saint. Since the discovery of this dungeon Akryn had been itching to get up here and figure out what treasures laid inside, and now that the dungeons were opened to a select handful of wizards, Akryn was ready.
Akryn had had his name down for this place for a very long time. An old family legend was that one of his greatest ancestors was trapped inside a dungeon, with his entire arsenal, waiting for someone to come and free him. Maybe this was the dungeon, where he could pick up lost family treasures that were thousands of years old! Of course, at the time he had done so he had not been planning on a team, but the one he had now was better than he could ever have asked for.
Akryn had had his name down for this place for a very long time. An old family legend was that one of his greatest ancestors was trapped inside a dungeon, with his entire arsenal, waiting for someone to come and free him. Maybe this was the dungeon, where he could pick up lost family treasures that were thousands of years old! Of course, at the time he had done so he had not been planning on a team, but the one he had now was better than he could ever have asked for.