Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20180223214229/@comment-29433416-20180319210254

"This is the day you meet your maker, filthy be-" Elvrich stopped, letting out a grunt, as he felt a stinging pain, something stabbing into his body. Arthur's sword. Elvrich looked in absolute shock at the blade, his hands shaking, as he let go of his own blade, which fell to the ground with a metallic thud, echoing in the cavern.

"No." Arthur muttered with an unusual tone, as Elvrich fell to his knees. He pulled the sword from his body and stared at Raqorith.

"I'm coming with you.....my lord." He said.

(Ahah, ahahahah! Ahahahah! AHAHAHAHA!)