Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160319173730/@comment-24141785-20160319183146

Gabriel nodded, looking around the room once more before gesturing everyone to follow. He had barely walked five steps before a voice whimpered from behind.

"He... He won't be pleased about this..." The women, who appeared to be a mage, spluttered from the back.Instead of doing the rational thing and ignoring her the Breton turned back, drawing out one of his daggers.

"Whose He?" Gabriel growled, grabbing the girl's head and slamming it into the floor. Faint footsteps could be heard from far away, but could be shrugged off as nothing...

"He.. is our leader." She weakly whispered, "He... is the last of the Velaettes."

As soon as those words were uttered, Gabriel fell into a pit of disorientation. He slowly backed away, not taking his eyes off the wounded. "That... That can't be..."