Who: DEAN!! and Shannon. Where: Wheel 3 What: A new arrival When: After Higgs' death. Rating: Medium-High to begin with: Violence, blood, gore, at first. / Low now. Open: Maybe? Status: Ongoing
Within Wheel 3, there was a near horde of goblins. They all seemed rather scared. Their fear would not be shown until the massive Blue Dragonborn stepped behind the. A massive Warhammer clutched in his hands. There was a fire in his eyes.. A Rage. A Rage that showed when the goblins began to attack him, they tried to stab him with their swords some missed. Some didn't. The ones that missed, didn't miss, instead their swords grazed his body, the ones that did hit him, stabbed deep. Dean didn't care either way, their stabs didn't hurt him. In fact, it only made him more enraged. One goblin was grabbed by his face, his head crushed with ease. Another was grabbed the same way only to smashed into another, turning them both in to a gory mess.
The biggest of the goblins turned his Bastard Sword on to the Dragonborn. The sword dug into the Dragonborn's shoulder. There were two things the goblin would get in return, a soft grunt, and his entire body smashed from head to toe by the Warhammer the Dragonborn wielded. This action caused the goblin shaman to cast a powerful Thunderwave Spell. The Dragonborn stumbled a moment, but continued his way forward, seemingly unaffected, and very unamused by the Shaman's antics. The Dragonborn, towered over the Shaman, blue light beginning to shine within his mouth.
"DDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!" The Dragonborn, Dean, screamed out as he shot lightning from his mouth, directed into the face of the Goblin Shaman, the last of his foes, turning him in to cinder. After seeing his last foe defeated, Dean turned his head up, noticing he was in a completely different place than he was before. A place made of metal, some place Dean had never been to before, some place the Guild did not send him to. After blinking a few times, his head tilted, he was confused, but still in his Rage.
"Uh... Where is Dean?!" Not a moment after that, Dean became distracted by the falling snow, something he had never seen before. He began to head straight forward, sticking out his forked tongue to gather it as it fell. "Mlem, mlem."