Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20151031193522/@comment-5543592-20151031210434

About thirty minutes after Dacian realised that he once again he regained his immortality, he stepped out into the bar. The figure clad in black and crimson armor, with a long, flowing, blood red cape to match; there was a shined and polished rapier of master craftsmanship on his hip. He wore no helmet, revealing a face of perfect, but slightly androgynous, features. There was no doubt that this man's nobility traced back more than 75 generations.

Dacian looked around the room opened his mouth and drew in air, as if he was going to shout, but instead sighed, controlling himself, and strode over to the bar where the others were congregating.