Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-24685738-20150407233018

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Slowly a chariot was pulled into the market, pulled by skeletal horses with flaming manes. Behind the reigns was a man wearing all black clothes and staring at the group, his eyes glowing bright purple.

"Hello, weaklings." Phobos said, looking at the men and woman.