Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-5824038-20160403162703

Glorfindel held the last bit of poison in the vial that Aelwin had just used. ''It would go against my honour as a knight to use such a substance. But then again, it would certainly help us... and what does honour matter any more? Who is there left in the world to remoke my chivalric status?''

He was just about to slather the poison over the axe-head of his halberd when he stopped. ''No. I can't do this. Being a knight is not about worrying about lost honour, it is about ever losing that honour in the first place. Without it, what do I have? What am I?''

He gave the vial back to Aelwin. 'Here, see if you can get any more out of this. Or maybe just throw it at one of them.'

He turned to Abello and whispered 'Ready. The plan sounds just fine. Me and Aelwin will go for the one on the left.'