Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-24510587-20160711224938

(Alright bitches, I'm your master now!)

Under his helmet, Sebastien shifted his gaze between the Saint, the knights and the sickening orgy of violence and torment that was the horde of clergymen. "It seems fate is laughing at us," the knight in blue said in a shaky voice. "To have let us come this far, only to then make us prey of these abberrations."

As Aerzed ran deeper into the sewer, Dunistair shouted after him. "Wait, don't!" But Aerzed didn't hear it, and continued to trudge through the murky water.

With the Redguard having ran off, Dunistair eyed the floated corpses. They were all clad in either black-and-red robes or brown leather. Assassins and thieves respectively, from the looks of it. Some of them carried ornately designed sheathes, holding possibly valuable weapons. Daggers, it seemed. One of the thieves also clamped a light crossbow in his hands. It appeared to have simple yet elegant steel decorations on it. However, Dunistair didn't exactly have a need for such weaponry, so he didn't bother.