To Heir is Human-playground 8, yup, the eight one. Options

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood, where everyone else is.

Flint finished fixing his armour and put it back on. He felt much safer already.
,,Now would you mind telling us why you switched sides? And why do you call yourself Death now?" He asked Telina. Flint really didn't expect an answer, but they might learn something.

[DarkHunter]

Oran moaned, the mage had woken him up near the crack of dawn (I'm moving time along some...) and gave him the full Bonemeld suit that he was now wearing. Oran followed the mage to "Arygon's Private Training Center" Now what is this? Oran thought to himself. The door opened and a fireball flew by, followed by a beam of ice, looking into the chamber Oran could see Arygon rolling and sliding as t12 mages fired various spells at him. A lightining bolt finally caught Arygon and all the spells stopped. "Oran, come on down this hall." Arygon took the young lad to a hallway, down the enitre lenght was huge swinging pendulum blades. "You're going to have to run through this... obviously without dying." Oran stood timing the blades, there was no appearant timing for any of the blades, but it seemed there was never any opening to walk through. "I can't..." Oran said slowly, Arygon turned "Oh, really watch this." Arygon walked slowly forward like he was going up to a throne. The first blade should've cut him in half but mesteriously it missed, as did the entire hallway of blades. Oran stuck out a piece of wood that happened to be on the floor, the stick was cut cleanly in half. "Come along Oran or I shall leave you behind." Arygon said as he opened the next door. Oran ran the hallway, the blades chopped off sections of armour, and a few cut his skin. He made it to the other end in one piece though, and was happy with that. Arygon called "Are you coming?" Oran sighed and walked into... Arygon's armoury. Oran looked around there was a full set of every sort of armour imaginable Oran looked in awe at a Deadric set, looked over the Adaminite set, and pondered a Ordinator set. "Choose out what you like Oran." Arygon said as he toss weapons out of a crate, evidentally searching for something. Oran tossed away the ruined bonemeld and chose out a nice set of Orcish armour, but took a Bonemeld helm instead of the orcish one. Arygon smiled at Oran's choice "Now find yourself a weapon." Oran scrambled through the weapons searching for a hammer. He found a nice Dwemer Mace and decided it would have to do. Arygon suddenly exlaimed "Aha! I found it!" Oran looked over to see what wonderous artifact Arygon had found, and was greeted with Arygon holdign a bottle. "What's in it?" Oran asked curiously. "Flin." Arygon anwsered working on the lid. "Flin?" Oran asked mystified. "This flin is twice as old as you are." Arygon anwsered before drinking the bottle. "It's better aged."