One day in the tavern, The Good Sir was enjoying his mug of ale, until a group of individuals came to his table and took a seat. They each introduced them self's, their names where T̴̕͘͜͝h̵̸̡̡̨e̵͞r̛͢ę̧́͞͡ ̧͠͞n̨̛͟á̷͘͢m̡̨͝͠e̛͟҉̷s̸̷͢͡ ̡͜͞͠m̵̧̀͜͟e͡҉͟à̢̛͝ņ̵̧̢҉s҉̸̛̀ ́͜͠N͞͏̴Ơ̵͘͟͞T҉̵̕͜Ḩ̷͘͞Ì̧̨̛́N̴G҉̀͜͟͡!. They where looking for a new teammate after their last one met their untimely demise. They where headed towards a Temple, that is said to house an artifact that had the power to make one Immortal, or Revive someone.

The Good Sir, not having anything else to do, accepted the group's request, and they sat sail for the Tempel.

When the group got there, the place was Swarmed with Undead and Monsters. The group made short work of them, but they where just the front guard, the Monsters inside was another story.

After hours, the group finally made it too the central room where their price was. The Artifact was in the middle of the room on a pedestal, but that wasn't the only thing there. Four Giant sets of lightly rusted Golden armor suits stood at the corners of the room, Holding giant tower shields, and giant halberds.

One of the group members went over too the artifact to grab it, but then the whole Temple started shaking. The Good Sir looked around, and what he saw shocked him. The Giant suits started moving, and Fire started blazing out of their helmets where their eyes would be.

The group was quick to move into action tho. They started hitting and blasting them with weapons and magic, but non of their attacks seems to even leave a scratch on the giants. Meanwhile, The Good Sir was facing off one of the Gold giants with his Warhammer. He dodged away from the titans mighty blow, but when it struck the ground, the ground Broke.

The Good Sir tried to grab the ledge, but he missed, and fell into the depths bellow.

While he was falling, he turned around to see his soon too be eminent demise, but he didn't see the ground, No, No, what he saw, was a sea made of Darkness, with Inky Black tentacles reaching out towards him, and Inky Black MAWS with razor sharp Teeth, ready to take a bite out of him.

With only a few seconds left before he hits it, he turns his back too it, and closes his eyes, and braces himself for the impact.