[i]Vuuuuummm...[/i] Beowulf cruised his skiff through the Awoken carnage, surveying the debris and death that surrounded him. He smirked beneath his Ether mask. Oryx knew what he was doing. It was honestly a shame that he was dead. But with his downfall rose new opportunities. Namely, the Taken. He had spent ten years in that pit. Ten years spent mastering the Hive's rituals so that he might survive. Ten years so that he might see the light of day again. Those ten years opened doors which would have remained closed to him forever. He should thank the King's Baron. But... It would be more fun to leave him to Al'ruuk. Watch him tear the Baron to pieces. He had one objective— find the remnants of Oryx's blade, take a piece, and run. The skiff arrived at the drop point. The hatch opened, and he and his crew of five Vandals and two Tracers fell to the ground. Time to find that portal. [b]OPEN[/b]