Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20160913141844/@comment-24510587-20161006162853

"Either way, there'll be little we can do against it," Signus said.

"Let's just continue."

This is it.

The knight strode over the top of the last hill, his resplendent plate gleaming in the pale light of the moon. He had spent an eternity tracking down this foul fiend, and now he had finally found the lair he had been operating out of: a cove hidden in the side of one of the craggy hills, once used by bandits and smugglers as a hideout, now a vile pit of forbidden sorceries and mad rituals, littered with the remains of animals and people alike, and oozing with the aura of darkness.

The knight unsheathed his sword, a large blade adorned with a blue gem in the pommel and inscribed with glowing runes. Despite its impressive size, the knight held it in one hand with ease, before setting it down in the earth and kneeling down on one knee. As the sword drove into the ground, the corrupted earth around it grew vibrant with life, grass and flowers sprouting from the charred and decayed dirt.

''Arkay, Lord of the Cycle, hear my words. After all this time, I have finally sought out he who would bring death to all beings living, and in doing so, break the sacred Cycle of Birth and Death. Soon, the balance will be restored, and the Fallen will be no more.''