IC: Alrik was rather tired already. He had overcome an enormous distance without stopping for rest or food. He was simply exhausted, but the thought that he was pretty close to his destination gave him strength to continue. Although he didn't want to bother the dragons because he knew how wild creatures they were, he had to warn them against some potential dangers. He remembered that he once battled a dragon. Although there was no real reason for the battle, the giant fire-breather just attacked, and made Alrik aware of its power. It was a hard battle, but then he had no experience. Now he felt a lot more confident, and he knew that even if he had to face a dragon, he was prepared for any kind of suprise. He only hoped that they would accept his offer.
The magician of the tribe was still keeping the mental connection with the Barbarian and was giving him hints as to where they would be. Although the magician didn't know for sure where they were hiding, most of the time he did give him sensible suggestions. The last mental call, however, was very, very disturbing. The magician had sensed a slgith shift in the matter of the dimensions and the shift seemed to be directed to the dimension of Diablo's realm. Someone was playing a dangerous game with magic. A game that could put all of the world under a horrifying reign. It was too awful even to think about. The barbarian headed fast through the desert and headed to the single mountain in the middle of it. Who could possibly cause a mountain to form in the middle of the desert? Another mystery that he didn't understand nor he cared about. It was probably another powerful spell pointed in the wrong direction.
The helm on his head was protecting his whole face and had only two thin sections for his eyes. The slight wind which was lifting sand clouds and was whirling them around, was not a problem. He could see in the distance that the mountain was enormous. He hoped he wouldn't need to climb to the peak in order to meet the dragon(s).
He approached the gate and giving a loud barbarian cry, cautiously stepped onto the territory of the dragons. The full battle equipment was ready to face even white hot flame, and whitstand anything that would try to hurt him. The sword in his hand was still invisible for the others and it was ready for action. He sincerely hoped it would not be needed, but he had to be prepared.
"I come in peace," he shouted just in case and continued up the path.