Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150911204049/@comment-1592115-20150914015844

Gyula returns to his smithy, he's wounded and mentally corrupted.

In the past, his art of gunsmithing was merely made for helping the others to protect themselves. But now, without the others to care of, without friends, his art of powder kegs has been changed.

Much more lethal, much more ruthless, his faith to Arkay is slowly fading away. But what would take away his last shard of humanity?

"Unlife, corpses, the foundation of undying arts?"