Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160408225524

The Lieutenant had donned a heavy steel plate armor, which had a thin layer of gold on top of it, purely for cosmetic appeal and to identify him as a high standing person. The armor was obviously heavy, yet lighter than most heavy armor. His greatsword could be wielded with one hand like he had done during the battle, provided that the wielder had the strenght to wield it that way. The sword was, as seen in action, most likely capable of healing others, but only if the healing process happens flawlessly and remains uninterrupted.

Both of the lackeys wore medium armor, with the same golden motif to it. Their longswords were, unlike that of the Lieutenant, elegant and did not weigh as much as his greatsword, which made it perfectly possible to wield it with one hand or both hands, or perhaps combine it. Again, these also had healing properties.

The wraith of Sebastien dropped to one knee behind the altar, looking down at something that lay behind not. It did not seem as if he was praying to the Immortals or had some respect for the Lieutenant, but rather inspected something.

Abello looked at Lyre, as he crossed his arms and nodded at her. "Why, it seems another Undead has joined the fray. Thank you. Your aid was greatly appreciated." He told her as he seemed to smile under his helmet at Aelwin, grabbing the lackey's longsword. He shook the blade and pointed it at him, causing a ray of silver light to slowly heal Aelwin's arm over the course of a small minute.

"Who are you?" He asked her.