Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27968758-20160103144129/@comment-29559990-20160103185722

"Oh, darling, we haven't lost!" Someone called from up at the top of the steps. From up there, there was Goriyn, with Denon in his grasp and a knife on his neck.

"We've suffered a few setbacks, but the game is not over until one of us is slumped over with a sword sitting in our ribcage!"