Foostus the Minotaur
Foostus had remained in stoic silence while the others erupted in confusion about the identity of their hostess. He was no less taken aback than the rest of them, but he kept his peace. A Celestial? He had heard of them, in half-whispered stories told around a crackling fire in the night. Still, to confront one in person, this was a lot to take in.
"So I am sorry if I am coming off as intrusive and impudent, but I humbly ask to learn more of you, Celestial," He spoke as he waved his finger about as he pointed at Astraviim, "And about whatever darkness is supposedly happening." "Which mind you didn't leave my thoughts at all."
Foostus glanced towards the human. He sounded slightly shaken, which was completely understandable. He agreed with him, and sent an acknowledging nod in his direction.
As the group settled down a bit, she closed her deep sapphire eyes and took a deep breath. "Words are not entirely capable of explaining everything. Therefore, I will show you." She opened her eyes and within moment you felt magic once again surround her. Some sort of illusion.
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As you continue watching the scene fades and you are again in the outlands tavern. Astraviim had liquid diamond tears running down her clear face. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and returned to face the group. "I was there you know, I fought in that battle six-thousand years ago along with the rest of my people. But now the wretched fell lord Kyros has risen again. Seeking to raise another army of monsters just as he did before."
Foostus stood for a few moments more, dumbfounded by what he had just witnessed. He had just watched a battle that had taken place in ancient history, nigh on six thousand years in the past. He felt humbled to have been given such an honor, but also slightly perturbed.
He unconsciously released a snort and spoke up for the first time since he had arrived.
"So. Let us assume what you are saying is true, Celestial. What exactly do you want us to do about it, if I may ask?" His voice, which rumbled out of his chest, sounded like two rocks being ground together.
He maneuvered his axe over and set it as lightly as he could onto the table. He drew one massive hand up and fiddled with his steel nose ring, a trademark sign that he was mulling something over.
"I have no connections. No family, no friends, no status in Hedrock. I cannot raise an army for you, I am an outcast amongst my own people. All I have is my axe, that is all I can offer you. Also I'm sure that, as old a being as you are, you know of the... issues... that those of my people who defy the Horned King struggle with. Are you sure it would be wise to include me?"
Foostus was quite sure that everyone at the table understood what he was speaking of. They all seemed quite seasoned wanderers, and had no doubt heard of his kind. Some had probably faced them in combat. Still, he felt the need to make it clear now, so that no one would be surprised later; if something went wrong.
He glanced around the table, feeling his gaze drawn towards the half-orc and human. Out of all the party, he felt that these two would be the most likely to hold reservations against him.