*An indeterminate amount of time later*
-UUUUUCK
The Stig sent his fist crashing through a pillar, # 13 was looking at an ancient carving on a fallen wall that said 'KRATOS WUZ HERE'. If there were any gods, treasure, or power it's here then they were ages late to profit from them. He walked over to a large precipice, there was a carving of a eagle on the ground and an old sword laying there. Useless garbage.
The Stig kicks the sword away. "Hey, it may be old but it's probably worth something to someone" # 13 says as he runs over and tries to pick it up, but not really getting anywhere with it. He think's # 13 has a point and easily hefts the largeblade up in one hand. This entire thing was a bust, it was time to regroup with the others and come up with a new plan.
New sword in hand both The Stig and # 13 begin their descent down Mount Olympus. Both tired and aggravated at the lack of results this brought them...
-UUUUUCK
The Stig sent his fist crashing through a pillar, # 13 was looking at an ancient carving on a fallen wall that said 'KRATOS WUZ HERE'. If there were any gods, treasure, or power it's here then they were ages late to profit from them. He walked over to a large precipice, there was a carving of a eagle on the ground and an old sword laying there. Useless garbage.
The Stig kicks the sword away. "Hey, it may be old but it's probably worth something to someone" # 13 says as he runs over and tries to pick it up, but not really getting anywhere with it. He think's # 13 has a point and easily hefts the largeblade up in one hand. This entire thing was a bust, it was time to regroup with the others and come up with a new plan.
New sword in hand both The Stig and # 13 begin their descent down Mount Olympus. Both tired and aggravated at the lack of results this brought them...