Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141223184931/@comment-32420582-20141224094521

Rykadiar grunted then nodded, he stored Otar into his bag ignoring the voice, he could handle it. Rykadiar grabbed his ebony sword then put it in it's sheathe, he then grabbed a quil and some parchment and wrote 'I claimed this mask with my fists, not my sword, brute strength and speed are mine to control aswell I have a strong will, and... a past I rather not speak of.' he handed the parchment to Jack.