Eeiys barely had had time to react to the Farrg’s arcane actions before the area was washed with the brilliant cone of light that had signalled the arrival of the Gods. The Exile Knight had watched with utter contempt as they had spoken to all those gathered about being chosen for some righteous mission that they were too weak to finish. Eeiys had found himself unable to move in their presence, however, held in place by unexplainable power; probably for good reason. Even the Gods must have known what would happen if he was allowed his way with them. He had tried to scream out to them while they spoke, trying to shout to them that they were all traitors, all weak and frail beings, but even he could not hear his own voice over the cacophonous voices of the divines. It sickened him, but he and little choice but to stand and listen to their frail whines. 
As fast as they had appeared, they disappeared back into that same ether, and almost like it was planned, a figure appeared in their place. One of almost pure, shadowy blackness, wisps of darkness rising from his tall, slender body like smoke. Silence seemed to follow the creature as it flung words at the assembled group; threats of death and suffering, torture and pain. Eeiys was sure an angry bandit could have conceived of a more threatening statement, but he was a little numb to threats. In fact, he was almost sure he would have laughed at the creature’s musings if it had not decided to demonstrate it’s power by obliterating the Point with a shockwave of pure energy: shards of jagged rock exploded from the epicentre of the blast, followed by an enormous gust of wind that would take many a man off their feet with ease -Eeiys included- had he not braced for the impact. Slamming the blade of Frost into the ground, Eeiys set himself into the position of a praying man with his head down, kneeling, holding the grip of his weapon tight. His entire body was forced backwards but he stayed upright and shards of rock clinked and bounced off his armour, making a multitude of shallow scratches on the surface, though there were no serious gashes. He avoided the worst of it. 
Eeiys avoided looking up for a few seconds to give himself time to ensure the assault was over, but during those few seconds there was a mighty roar, and another gust of wind, but this time from above, as if a mighty creature was soaring towards the ground at speed… 

Eeiys’ head shot upwards just in time to catch a glimpse of a gigantic dragon being cleaved nearly in half along it’s length by the necromancer’s mere finger as it crashed face-first into the ground, scarring the land badly as it slid and shooting up spurts of thick mud and dusty grime. He barely even had time to register the fiasco before his eyes locked in to an axe hurdling through the air, directly towards the dark assailant, though it simply passed through the creature before it vanished entirely. 

“I am Norak! I do not fear you!” He heard the Stalky Orcy shout, a small distance behind and to his left. It seems the orc threw the axe. Brave… but not bright. Eeiys stood, spinning round to glare at the Orc, who now had a sword drawn in his right hand. 
“If you don’t fear that thing, then maybe you are as stupid as the stories say” he said, probably over-maliciously to the beast; though Eeiys was angry that he had missed a chance to gut the Gods. That chance didn’t manifest itself often. 
Eeiys chose not to let on his rejection of the Gods, perhaps this whole quest was his chance to get close, [i]and[/i] to rip out the heart of the Necromancer. He hated it when people threatened his Mortal Enduwin. Though, that said, Eeiys was sure that at least some of the assembled group would realise that he was not friendly with the Divines. His name had becomes somewhat well known in Enduwin as of late, almost all of which were tales of evil and malice. They were twisted tales, though. Nevertheless, a good majority of the day’s children would have heard maybe one or two stories of the Godless Exile Knight who goes about the land, desecrating sanctification with no purpose or reason. Somebody would recognise his name, he was sure of it. 

Eeiys turned, as though to address everyone at the scene. 

“They say he escaped from Ifreann?”

He resheathed his blade.

“The place is little more than a prison for the lost and wretched,”

He turned again, approaching the Farrg, crumpled to the floor, half helping him up, half addressing him directly. 

“I intend to show the thing the true meaning of Hell.”