Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-7262318-20170607125225

A few hundred yards away from the palace, someting materialised up on the rooftop of the Black House Inn. It sprung up from the shadows, where it had watched the butchering of innocent men and women, at the hands of The Bright Prince.

Normally, he didn't get involved in politics. But this matter stretched far beyond the realms of simple political moves. This was just mindless murder. No crime commited, no trial had. Blood was being spilt so some child with a crown on his head could stroke his own ego. And this was the man poised to take the thrown. They would all soon be under the boot of The Bright Prince.

No. No, that couldn't happen. It would not happen. Stendarr forbid that the Empire fall to this animal pretending to be royalty.

The figure took out a dagger and held it up to the palace. As he watched, a streak of red flashed acrossed the steel, leaving a black trail in it's wake. When the red flash finished, the name Aerion was engraved into it.

"Long live the king," Phantom murmured.

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As Bagarok wolfed down the last of his meal, he quickly tapped on the shoulder of his comrade, which came off more as a punch. "I am hungry," He announced.

"You just ate!" Edwin exclaimed.

"Still hungry," Bagarok said. "More food, yes?"

Edwin rolled his eyes, and glanced up at the counter to see what kind of line there was. "Okay... fine, I'll get you one more mudcrab. But this is it. You're not eating again until we set off,"

"Yessir," Bagarok nodded. Edwin got up and went for the counter, getting into the massive crowd up there and disappearing from Bagarok's sight. The stone creature looked up at the counter, and back at his empty plate. A few moments passed, and he realized that this would take too long. He wanted food now, not later.

He glanced over at a table next to him, where some girl and the giant knight who had entered the place sat. Food was there, on this table. Perhaps if he was sneaky enough, he could sample just a bit of it? He could do that, couldn't he?

As quietly as he could, Bagarok moved his large frame up and over to the table, and slowly stretched his sleeve across the table to grab the plate. He thought he was being sneaky, but it was painfully obvious that he was doing this.