Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160808020912/@comment-5543592-20160814181504

Suddenly, Mioshe teetered and then slumped to the floor. His body was limp, evidently because his throat had been viciously slit wide open. Mioshe hadn't been speaking, he'd been dead-- someone incredibly profiecent at throwing their voice had.

"Turn to the side." A voice like cold steel instructed Jude, his tone all business and no nonsense. "Slowly.  I don't need you alive, so whether you live or die depends on if you do what I say."