Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150407230816/@comment-25038310-20150409023659

"Antoine."

Antoine looked up, escaping his thoughts and focusing on riding his horse. He quickly grabbed the reigns as he looked up at his monster of a sibling, Bjorn. ((Bjorne looks a little something like this:http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20121231040620/darksouls/images/7/7e/Dark_souls_2_concept1.jpg))

Bjorn, to Antoine, was a frightening and scary warrior. He was the only Masked-Eye that wasn't an assassin like Jack or Antoine himself, but a silent warrior who bathed in the blood of his enemies using not arrows or throwing knives, or the elegance of Jack's swordplay, but a mighty ebony sword. What was all the more peculiar, was that Bjorn always fought with atleast one empty hand. A one bladed warrior. Antoine had never dared to ask why Bjorn did this, or what the use of it was. A simple matter of style or something else? A sword in his right hamd and a clutched fist. Regardless, Bjorn was strong. Stronger than him. Two heads taller than every one of his siblings, and less talkative. Bjorn never talked if he didn't deem it necessary for a battle, which made him all the more scarier. His voice was muffled by his helmet, which made him sound very monotone and metallic.

"Yes?" Antoine replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Where's Jack?" Bjorn asked.

"I don't know. Sarah had told Jack something about the girl we all buried together about three years ago, on top of that one mountain."

Bjorn gazed at Antoine for a few seconds, silently considering if it was the truth. Antoine felt his cold stare surging into his very bones, while he awaited a reply. The giant turned back to the road ahead. "I see."

Antoine sighed, although it was more out of relief than out of annoyingness. He wondered why Bjorn would ever care about the whereabouts of his siblings - he had never seemed the type to do so. Perhaps he was indeed careful or caring. Or maybe something else that Antoine couldn't comprehend? Who knew.

The ebony warriors that followed the two siblibgs payed little attention to their conversation. They marched on, as they were expected to. All lightweight and heavyweight and armed ebony soldiers. A challenging army, one that will prove its worth in due time. Healers, mages, and even some highly trained assassins were amongs them, who wore instead of ebony mostly an intimidating black or grey leather armor set.

The army would perhaps arrive in days. Or sooner. They were a mobile and flexible army, and only time could tell.