Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20150816183246/@comment-1592115-20150915101913

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Helvian is severely wounded and fainted on the field, it would've been worse if it wasn't for her Ebony Armorers, which is now broken, with some shards stuck on her.

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"Well, well, what is it? I've no use for her anyway. Still, what a waste."

The Rifle Spear Hunter commented in an apathetic manner, seeing himself as a higher being, perhaps he indeed is?

"All I ask for is the ash pile nearly. And I'm in need of pupils. If you kindly comply, I, Thordar Guts-Gone, the Scholar of Sanity, can offer you a second chance..."

He blasts open the coffins, it contained perfect duplicates of both Helvian and Queen Brittania.

"You're welcome to use whatever you find, even the doll, should it please you. This is one of my many insights I would offer."