The Deep
Aristobulos gathered the Griffons in the Toxxulia Forest. The area they long to visit was called The Hole. A plagued filled of the dead, Ratmen, and earth elementals conjured up from the pit. The Griffons gathered in many groups, their fear was succumbed by the knowledge that they will succeed. They held their breaths and went through the underwater entrance. It was musty, damp and the sound of fear gripped them. Many huddled behind the tanks. The beloved tanks of the Griffon were held in high regard. They stood, their bodies bowed for attack and the pulling began. One by one the elementals came and were met with blades and the mystic forces of the casters. Aristobulos, a tank, lead head first into the pit. The Pit was deep, damp and more fearfully then the beginning for the only way out was through a portal. Druids and Wizards are best for this task along with Chanters and the much need Cleric that together them form a battle ballet. Falling elementals, imps, and the dreaded Rock golems, the fighting continued. Casters could be heard through out the pit, the Griffons knew that there were others hunting for the prize. Calls for rezes and trans out were shouted. �50ppl for trans out plz!� The shouts came on deaf ears for the Griffons were in battle. A band a Ratmen fallowed Aristo. �TRAIN!� �ADDS!� the shouting never stopped. Griffons fell, the cleric cried. Chanters mezzed and all were casting, swing and slashing. It was thought they would need to evac, so many dead, so many cried out in pain. But Aristo with his leadership over the Griffons ordered, �ASSIST!� and they did. Chanters shouted �RATMAN MEZZED!� One by one the Ratmen fell. All rejoiced and they licked their wounds. It was agreed that it was time to evade. Many grumbled and laughed out loud that, �Its just a little scratch?!!�