Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160604154349

"Splendid!" the jovial knight said. "And what about you?" He asked Alandria.

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((Controlling Glorf's character for a while.))

"Dunistair! I found this peculiar fellow trudging around this tavern. I feel like he can be of some use to us, and maybe, just maybe, the poor lad Hawksly." The Brass Knight took a step aside, as the peculiar pilgrim went down the steps, clutching his small staff as he raised his bony hand as a greeting.

"Why, greetings good compeers." The pilgrim said in his raspy voice, very much befitting of his appearance and stature.



I see you are the ones who opened these hellish gates? They were not quite ordained to, but surely those above, and you, are very genteel for us poor souls.

Perhaps.. yes, perhaps I can be of use?

I was a pyromancer, long ago. Surely I can be of some use to you?

I also have sorceries, and I am obliged to share them with the Undead. If only you would allow me."