ooc:i'm not a pair of ogres, im a two headed ogre
ic: "Ze mad? ZE mad? You throw ice stick at us, make us feet stick to dirt" Cho'Gond yelled at Ze, still stupid from the spell. While Cho'Gond yelled at Ze, Cho'Gore looked at the new arrival. "Who are you?" he asked, looking at the creature and wondering if it was edible. Deciding against trying, he looked at the person who told Ze to drop them. "I am Cho'Gore, this is my hardy but stupid brother, Cho'Gond, who are you?"

OOC: Whoopsie, sorry I saw two names and I just assumed, my bad. Well in context to the story we can just say that he considers you two seperate beings because you have two minds.

IC:
The spirit laughed evily as it floated closer at the two head ogre, hovering inches away from their faces. "I am Norsfors my interesting little being," the spirit answered as it turned to the large troll, "Well aren't you a big boy? Why do you listen to the little drow?"

Norsfors then floated over to the drow and began hovering around him with a mocking smile.

ooc: happns all the time

ic: Cho'Gond and Cho'Gore watched the little thing hover up to them, slightly dumbstruck that it called them little. They then watched it fly to the drow, and began whispering among themselves (incidentally, they may as well have yelled, since the only one who didn't hear it was the troll, because he was almost as tall as they were) "Can I eat it, Cho'Gore?" "Can you catch it? Are you willing to have this flying squishie in our belly, when all we eat are not flying squishies? Who knows what it'll do to us." "What's the worst a flying squishie can do to us? Human squishies eat flying squishies all the time, and it doesn't hurt them." "Yeah, but this is a flying ELF squishie, whe don't know what it'll do to us. Remember the Vision? 'Follow the flying Men Squishies?' or elf squishies, I didn't get a good look at it's ears, it was flying. We might need to follow the flying elf squishie." "What better way to lead us than from our belly?" "Good point." Cho'Gond, apparently tired of talking, reached for Norsfors, grabbed him in his hand. "PUT THAT DOWN!!!" Cho'Gore yelled at Cho'Gond, slapping him on the hand. They leaned down and Cho'Gore said to Norsfors "You'll have to excuse my stupid brother, I have the brain, he traded his in for a shiny sword that he broke." "Nuh-uh, it was a shiny fire makey thingey" "OK, a shiny fire maker." "Besides, we all know that I are the smart one." This caused a large argument between the brothers, which escalated to a large "brawl" ending when Cho'Gore grabbed Cho'Gond by his tuft of hair, and slammed his face into the mountainside.

"I'm Tanthalas. Ze is just my traveling companion." In the mean time, Ze was listening to the brothers argument. "SQUISHIES! WHERE? ZE WANT SQUISHIES!" Tanthalas snickered. "Ze, get back. Ze listen to me because I'm smarter than him and he knows it. His brain is the size of a pea. The rest of his head is his skull. Do you not notice how he speaks in third person?"

Judas stared at the scene in astonishment.

"All our hopes are being placed with these guys..." she said to herself. "We're screwed."

shaking her head in exaspiration, she walked up to the newcomers. Her face immediately became a mask of serenity, covering the years of spite and malace.

"Greetings to you Spirit, and also to Ogre. What brings you to the base of the Ro'goth Mountain?"

"Hm... a fire maybe Talos is there." Several minutes later. "Ok just going to ask where Talos is that's all. Um... excuse me... other evils do you know where Talos is or any other family member is? Also I'm Lance the evil of Fire."
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"Ugh... you're the ultimate life force. Darn you... you... evil." Slicer had just been knocked to the ground and was unable to move.

"I know what it is like to travel with stupidity. I only recently trained my brother to speak in first person. But, he is not without his...abilities. For some reason when we were born, his brain was the one that registered pain, not mine. Watch." Cho'Gore picked up a tree, dropped it on his foot, and howled with laughter while his brother shrieked in pain, who in turn slapped him in the face. "But head pain still hurts me." Cho'Gond began inspecting the troll and the demon. "How you glow?" he inquired. "Aaah to be that stupid. But, what was it you asked us, Lady Elf? Why are we here wasn't it? Well, about a tenday ago, I had a vision, it said to...well, I can't really remember these things, for some reason, when I pass a beacon from my Visions, I cannot remember the Vision up to that point. But I remember seeing a flying man, or humanoid." Cho'Gore explained. "What brings you here?"

A single village opposed Gwaethir, and thus he traveled there. The villagers saw him approaching, and readied their primitive bows and spears in preparation for attack. As the Evil of Air drew near, they unleased the first volley. Javelins and arrows hissed through the air as they approached. Gwaethir gestured carelessly, and all of the missiles turned around, their direction reversed, each flying back in the direction they came from to skewer the villagers who sent them.

Norsfors watched the ogre's antics with much amusement, which was obnoxiously obvious by the huge grin plastered on his stony spectral skin. For the fun of it he decided to go float through the ogre's stomach a few times and then turned to Judas. "And greeting to you as well young one. So this is called Ro'goth Mountain? Very interesting name I must say. I am merely here because I heard the sounds of fighting and the call of vengeance. Allow me to introduce myself formally. I am Norsfors the Demonic Spirit of Retribution." Norsfors said with an amused look on his face and a small mocking bow, "What about you all? What would bring such an unusial band of beings together?"

The black statues eminated in the tomb. The elf, curious touched one as he went into the center of the, where a circle with ancient inscribings were. He looked around. The roof above each statue had a elemental signature above it, represneting the power of each. As Scott read them, his shuffled over to the one with lightning empowering it.

A mighty, odd looking warrior stood his ground on the pedestal. Half of him was a light representation, with sword in hand, strengthened the soul of the observer.. The other, black as night, with a magical book in hand, feasted upon the soul of the observer.

Scott touched the light half. The statue glowed, and the sword, lit up with eletricity and a bolt of lightning struck the opposite wall. The wall crumbled, and a passage was born. He looked at the others, quareling with trolls and whatnot. He turned back. He slowly drew his sword and pressed into the passage.