Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20150816183246/@comment-27783182-20150827161803

"Perfect... prepare the army, Traven. We're going out."

Dunlammus was lusty for power. He was slowly descending into madness. The more he approaches godhood, the crazier he turns.

"Cosnnare, you're coming too. And if we have the chance, we'll slaughter Brittania, the little traitorous whore..."