Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160710204733/@comment-24760123-20160716170915

Hadrian muttered a few curses under his breath.

The Battlemage used his staff to help him get up.

"WHAT'S YOUR FUCKING GAME, NELTHAR?! WHEN I FIND YOU, I WILL FEED YOUR SOUL TO MOLAG BAL, WHILE HAVING ATRONACHS SLOWLY TEAR YOU APART..."

Hadrian steadied his breathing, knowing that if he continued the rant, something bad would probably happen.

(Hadrian has some... Anger issues. XD)