Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27152625-20160226154937/@comment-24824884-20160305104748

The Executioner stuck out like a sore thumb. Long dark cloaks and severed heads weren't the most fashionable form of clothing in the Imperial City. He rolled his eyes as the well-to-do folk turned their noses at him.

He walked towards the White-Gold tower, taking no notice of the guards that quietly acknowledged his approach and let him through. Kemyril was well known among the guardsmen. He'd been a part of their ranks before his questionable methods and tactics caught the attention of others, and from that day forth, he was assigned to the life-long mission of hunting Magix.