Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170728204632/@comment-7262318-20170729153440

"Alright... Eleven... Now does that-"

A dagger suddenly came flying out from the group, and landed squarely in the throat of Goriyn Mortis. He gasped for a second, glancing down at the new appendage coming out of his throat.

"Got 'im!" Marsik triumphantly called. However, no blood came pouring out. He didn't even seem phased by the fact that his throat was now cut open.

"Hm... Well that's disappointing," He said, poking at the dagger. "I see now... you've come to kill our founder, haven't you?"