Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-7262318-20170107235625

The man laughed, and turned around to face the group. Goriyn Mortis wore that same old smile that he always did.

"I'm sorry, you must be very confused," He clapped his hands together. "Let me introduce myself, Goriyn Mortis. You might have heard of me if you've read the papers or seen my work up in Anvil and what not, but I don't really care."

It wouldn't be uncommon for someone to know who this Dark Elf was. The last few months have been filled with attacks and destruction across the last Imperial province, and all of the carnage and death was being placed on the Jorane Rebellion, and more importantly, the elf standing before them now.

He chuckled. "Sorry we had to meet under such circumstances, but... Well, when I tell my boys to go gather a few more people, they're not really fair with their selection process..."

"Now you're probably wondering why you're here, and unfortunately, it's not really an answer that I can share right now. I promise you this though, that you and every other loser whose happened to come into my abode will be... instrumental, in bringing to life one of the greatest revolutions that this world has ever known. One way or another, I'm going to find use for you. Or your corpse, either would suffice."

"You're a lunatic!" Dar'Zah spat from the corner of his cage.

"Lunatics act without purpose, cat," The Elf shrugged. "Everything I do has purpose. Small or large, there is always a purpose."