Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20180708213050/@comment-31011699-20180906193226

Nathyn grins, he teleports just behind Raqorith and inserts both daggers into his back. "Your 'god' shall fail, as you will, not by my hands today, but maybe another." He said as he dragged the daggers down Raqorith's back then jumped a distance away.

(Fargo?)