Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170123160700/@comment-24530992-20170124210921

Harold Burned-Mane wrote: Greed managed to break away from Ortis, but not before he felt the man's icy grip around his wrist. "Count of Winters." He muttered. "Takes me back."

Still, he hadn't maintained contract long enough to take more than a few months from Greed's lifespan. "Dammit..." Greed muttered, feeling the cold around his wrist, feeling himself slightly more drained than normal. He tried to shake off the feeling as he pulled another tendril from the ground, commanding it forward toward Ortis' legs. He had his sword gripped in his other hand, so tight that his knuckles were white.