Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151117225651/@comment-5543592-20151130233510

The barge set off from the dock, and was pushed down the canal. Serf laborers worked it by pushing long poles against the canal's sides, so that the barge slowly, but surely, built up momentum. "Thus, I welcome you to our ranks, and wish you success in your endevours." With that, the golden masked man nodded, and was about to depart when he froze, eying something.

A figure in black robes strode along the edge of the foredeck, towards the bow. Nacar couldn't see very well from his position, but he noticed that as the black robed man passed, the acolytes grew quiet. It's face was obscured by a large, deep hood, and it walked right up to the gold-masked man, it's back to the ground.

Then it spoke, in a voice like wet gravel being crunched under a shoe. "You are dismissed, Ordinator."