Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150828011841/@comment-6006054-20151013015858

Kjalek's fear appeared to leave him in an instant. The massive nord seized Corcius in both his hands, his grip as hard as iron and as unbreaking as steel. Corcius was lifted off of his feet. Kjalek's eyes were a fetid abyss that bled rage, hatred, and madness. His face was twisted with anger and spite, inhuman and terrifying. This was the visage of a man who had killed countless innocents, and would kill thousands more without a shred of remorse.

"You have NO concept! No idea! You are blind of what you speak!" Kjalek raged, his voice as twisted as his face.

"This world can die! Hundreds of times over! I will not burn! I-" Kjalek stopped. "I- I..." Kjalek released his grip, his face collapsing into sorrow and what may have been a shred of fear.

"I... by the gods, I am sorry." His head hung in defeat and shame, like a captured and broken soldier.