Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160410190841/@comment-25038310-20160506220305

''"My dear friend. My oh so loyal companion. Is't not knighthood's greatest calling to slay beasts?" The jovial bearded man in his wel maintained suit of armor asked. Even though he was born into sickness, a frail child to a sturdy warrior, he was a remarkable sight on his throne. A majestic visual symphony of gold and silver ornaments decorated the man's apparel and his long cloak. His greatsword lay in front of him and even though his words sounded bombastic and intimidating, the old man's appearance was underwhelming. Whatever skin was showing was bloated, and even then Allant could notice a shiver running down the man's spine and death's cold embrace looming ever so close.''

''"Yet, is it truly?" He asked. "It is impossible. Is there really any honor to fighting creatures that outnumber us a thousand to one?"''

The sickly man looked down on his subject as he let out a chuckle, clearly not as disheartened or curious as the knight was for an answer to his question.

''"Perhaps," He replied. "But I believe there is more honor to atleast trying, don't thee think?"''

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"Perhaps." Allant replied. "We fought - no, you fought well today, Allenna. I believe we can be quite the opposition towards these monstrosities, if we only strive to be." The knight's reply sounded, with a tint of hope in his voice.

"I see..." Allenna said as she looked down, unsure if that answer really suited her. She could not help but rejoice, or atleast feeling abit easier on the inside. "Perhaps.."