Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170123160700/@comment-7262318-20170314142114

"How many have died? I was busy with 2 of them. One lost his arm, and the other ran off..." Markos said.

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"It's a fort occupied by some homicidal half-gods, though," Vashar pointed out. "It might be easy to get into, but it's probably gonna be filled up with traps."

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Out of the portal came Gluttony, looking a little worse for wear. His arm that had been cut off during the previous battle had been replaced by a spectral creation. There was an arm there, but it was purple and glowed faintly, like the hand of a ghost. He looked tired, with his bruises cuts still unhealed from the previous battle.

"You guys sure do know how to leave a guy to die," He spat.