Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20170621000455/@comment-24510587-20170621230034

(Y E E T)

Magnus Peior stepped out of his chambers and onto the battlements overlooking the dry sands far below him. He had just been in a council with the heads of the branches about his responsibilities as Grand Master. Quite honestly, though, he was already more than up for the task. All this council had been was the heads trying to assert influence on him. As if that would ever work out for them.

The truth of the matter was rather simple. Magnus had risen to the head of the Order because he alone had the determination and the prowess to do what no Grand Master had managed in ages: reclaim the State of the Colovian Order. His predecessor hadn't been up to the task. The one before that hadn't been either. But he was. Sooner than later, the Colovian Order would be a force to be reckoned with once again.