Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151125220742/@comment-29559990-20151201211641

Vordel was still moving towards Talin with Zaydate behind him. He had heard none of the conversation between Ragnard and Talin...

Kazrris stood, gazing out into the snow and seething with rage over what Vordel had said to him. He was going to go out and avenge that mans death. He mourned him, and what thanks did he get? Yelled at and the threat of Vordel's foot up his ass?!

Not even Vordel was on Kaz's side now. He had literally, the whole group against him. All accept for Nissa, and it was basically her job to keep people in the group happy. So, actually, he was alone. 1 vs 13.

He stood silent now, reaching into his back pouch and pulling out a mask. This wasn't the grey, ghostly steel mask that he usually wore into battle. This one was of ebony craft, but followed the same basic shape of his other one. Although, this one was coated in dried blood and had the rough sketching of a skull painted onto it.

This mask, he had not worn in years. Under this mask, Kaz became a very different man. Back then, it was after Hafnir had died, and the three had turned against him. There were no jokes to make nor was there fun to be had under this one. Instead, when this mask was on his face, he had one thought. One goal.

Kill as many as possible.

He sighed, and slipped the mask onto his face, bracing the cold ebony as the freeze lashed against his flesh. Fur offered no aid from the seering cold. After a while, he adjusted to it, and opened his eyes. He stared into the falling snow, as if each little flake was another bandit or guard coming for his head. Thousands of flakes, coming for his head. The whole world, coming for his head...

(Skull Paint.)

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"Then.. Good," Utahsi finishe awkwardly. "I shall, go get her then..."