OOC:Less soap opera shit, please.
Wandering on down the road, Hash feels great.
'Being in the dungeon in that ruined castle for many years not knowing what was going on even in the castle proper............I'm glad to be outta that hole......Who cares if there's many who will challenge me. They will know who I am soon enough.'
As he walks down the road, he passes a large hill with a sign close to the path that's little more than a couple of boards lashed together, words written in what appears to be blood. Skulls hang off of it by crude leather straps, some still having skin and flesh, which is being picked off by crows.
The macabre sign reads,"Gold or Flesh. All must pay with one."
Hash merely shrugs and moves on nonchalantly, making it 20 more feet.............
"YOU READ THE SIGN",A booming voice interrupts Hash's pace, along with the form of a large, beast of an ogre. At 20 ft in height, very tall for an ogre, with girth to match. He wears a patchwork of human and animal skins, crudely made into a tunic and loincloth. Bone and scrap metal pieces are added in spots, offering primitive protection. In his hand is a huge, double edged axe caked with dried blood, giving it a rusty, brick red appearance. A smile crosses his ugly face.
"WHATZIT GONNA BE, CHUMMER? BUCKS OR BLOOD, MAKE THE CHOICE! IT DOESN'T MATTER TO ME!"
To put an exclamation point on the ultimatum, he hefts his axe and presents it threateningly.