Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-25418438-20170307020835

The Moth King drove his fist through a man's chest and removed his heart. A pilgrim or a monk he thought ''lost on his way to a monestary perhaps? No matter, an inconsequential death that serves naught but to replensish soul gems. ''The Moth King withdrew a cloth from his pockets and began to clean the blood off his hands.

"Was that neccessary?"

The Moth King turned around to see his servant Tanis Vos looking on in some disgust. "You disapprove Tanis? The amount of blood you've spilled in your life what's another priest or street urchin?"

"There is a difference between killing someone and harvesting them for your spellcraft, you're no better than a cannibal."

"Cannibals often make interesting dinner guests Tanis, and i'd advise you to lose any qualms with our work lest I lose any use for you and am forced to return you back to the creatures that very nearly ended your pitiful life."

Tanis shuddered at the thought, he knew the only reason he was alive was because of the Moth King, but the indentured servitude to the mad sorcerer was beginning to play its toll.

The Moth King saw a tavern in the distance, "We'll stop there tonight, go ahead and murder everyone inside bar the owner and serving wenches, I'd rather not have to have you as my butler again."