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There’s a grinding of stone on a nearby wall as a doorway emerges. It glows dark red for a moment, but that fades. Then the door itself ratchets upwards to admit a being in plate armour, resting an axe bigger than his own head on one shoulder. His heavy footsteps stop just inside the Nexus as he looks around, glowing red eyes surveying this new place. Did we mention this dark warrior stands all of five feet tall, including the helmet spikes?
Then he tilts his head and taps the side of his helm with one armoured finger. He seems to be listening as he looks around, exuding an air of foreboding - or that may be the dank aroma washing in from behind him.
He stares at the sign for a long moment, then scratches his head and concentrates. The question - blame the Nexus and the helmet for the way it comes out - is less physical speech than mental, it’s just the momentary sense of pressure that makes it seem like sound.
What did you get for your last birthday?
Then he tilts his head and taps the side of his helm with one armoured finger. He seems to be listening as he looks around, exuding an air of foreboding - or that may be the dank aroma washing in from behind him.
He stares at the sign for a long moment, then scratches his head and concentrates. The question - blame the Nexus and the helmet for the way it comes out - is less physical speech than mental, it’s just the momentary sense of pressure that makes it seem like sound.
What did you get for your last birthday?