Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150315072056/@comment-5824038-20150317175624

Julius, after having written down the day's experiences in his journal, stood up and went to the training area. He took a few swings at a straw dummy, but the momentum of his mace just knocked it flat on the ground. He cursed, and picked it up.

Julius longed to use a normal blade, to slice through his enemies, but knew that it wasn't an option for him. Long ago he had sworn to only ever use blunt weaponry. For it is better against skeletons and the undead, but not so effective against living, human targets. That oath was to keep him on his riteous path, a constant reminder that he was here to destroy the unholy abominations of the undead, not to kill the living.

(Lel, I made him forbidden to use blades because he was modelled on old D&D clerics, it was only the next day that I remembered the point of this RP was to gain control over the Ebony Blade!)