Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190925195201/@comment-5543592-20190927181524

"You would think he'd've waited." Baldr agreed.

Jagar Tharn appeared on the balcony, disheveled, worn. The threads of his Emperor's garb were fraying.

"How does Talin Warhaft, a bastard, orphan, whore's son, assemble so many of these staff pieces?  Is his end goal just to keep me from winning?  Is he such an honorable man that he need shatter my ambitions?  What have I ever done for him?  How am I villain?  So I imprisoned his father in the eternal fires of Oblivion?  So I turned all his friends into lizards?  Can't he see the why of what I'm doing?  Does he not understand that only I know what is best for the Empire?  O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, break to the bitterest enmity!"