Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170413180604

(Well, it sounded cool XD. Alright, then.)

"I can think of one person to blame for such tragedy in the ranks of the Order.", Doraleous replied, joining Noleon in observing the trainees.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke up again, "I must say that it enraged me to see you backing him and fighting me, General. You know me better than you ever knew that man."

The big commander sighed.

(Control Ivara, then.)

After a few minutes by himself, Jakin was joined by a sleepy Dalia, accompanied by her husband, and an unreadable Ivara.

"Mother, Sister. Come and join me for an early and grim breakfast.", the soon to be King waved towards the empty chairs.

Tarin led his wife to one of the chairs, sitting by her side and looking extremely nervous, while the Dowager Queen gracefuly sat on the other saide of the table.

"There is no way to sugarcoat this, so I'll just say it... Damian is dead.", Jakin allowed himself to rest on his chair, "He fell from his study and died."