Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170605205549/@comment-3293219-20170619222955

The 'shimmering man' shattered on impact, as Julie's sword came in contact with him. Julie was immediately kicked in the side of the head and thrown straight to the floor as her assailant stood tall on top of the carriage, glaring down on her.

It was a glare that she recognised, one of pitiless judgement. Clutching his beaten up old sword, which hung from his large finely decorated sleeves, the sleeves of his personalised Emperor's gown, was Telemachus Dion.

"It looks like I won afterall, look at you and your people. Reduced to petty theft and murder! I should've rid the world of you, when I had the chance!"