Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-17114085-20161201181730

Jovron sat down, thinking. After a long silence, he looked up at the Breton. "Lyon...I..."

Lyon could tell what he had chosen by the look on his face. He walked over to Jovron and looked him straight in the eyes. "Gerrick would not be ashamed of you. Don't ever think that. I'm sure that neither would your father. You're doing something that must be done, that no one else can do."

Jovron felt his eyes begin to water and he hugged the Master-at-arms. "Lyon, I'm sorry. I've got to go."

Lyon embraced the young knight. "I don't hold it against you. The Stentor blood in me almost makes me want to leave as well, but I've made my choice long ago. My life belongs to the Crows, you still have yours to live."

"Thank you." Jovron told him. He needed someone to talk to, someone who understood him.

(Totally not homo. This is a bromance moment. Totally straight....well except for Lyon. He is gay. But this is a completely straight emotional moment.)

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With his hands around her throat, Medora couldn't yell. She could barely breath. She struggled to breath and she tried to use her magic to calm the man.

The shouting, however, attracted the attention of Dagur Nail-Breaker, the Crows' one-armed blacksmith. "What in blazes?!" He yelled, having knocked down the healer's door and saw the huge Knight chocking her.

He charged at Doraleous and tried to hit the knight with his smithing hammer.