Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-17114085-20161006212320

Prince Crendal was standing galiantly atop the battlements, his Knights of the Dragon Armor was bloodied though it still somehow shined. "Indeed, I saw the fires from afar and grew worried for Shornhelm." he overlooked the destroyed district. "I weep for the former capital, to be in such poor state."

The prince seemed genuinely saddened by the sight.

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The injured Tanis was not fast enough to evade the Prowler, who stabbed the Breton through the lower torso with his claws, keeping him in place. he then bit into the man's injured neck and drank his blood.

With his hunger subdued, the Prowler transformed back into his human form.

The others approached. "By the sounds of it, the battle appears to be over."

"We need to leave." The Prowler with the bloody mouth stated. "Come on."

They left the now empty castle, disappearing in the city.