Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5518614-20150701044851/@comment-5614539-20150704114154

''He remembered the smell of fear and sweat heavy in the air as he drove Sapphire's Honour through his breastplate. He watched the man crumple as he bent in half, falling at his feet. He rolled forwards, diving beneath someone's sword to roll their feet out from beneath them, before stabbing them in the face with his blade. He staggered up, grunting, as he picked up his sword and charged forth again, swinging his sword up into another soldier's stomach. He swept forth, cleaving another man's head in half, helmet and all. Dionysius truly had to admire the smithing of the first Coroians. They were skilled, and had crafted him a potent blade. He spun up, catching an elf in the neck, before he was finally overwhelmed, as a heap of them piled on him. It wasn't until much later when he awoke, and was left with serious problems...