Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150218143912/@comment-5543592-20150222182527

Velith approached plopped down in Ysgramor's throne. The faux-skin on his back had tore and cracked in places, and black blood was seeping through. Velith must've not felt it, with his redundant nervous system and all. He leaned on an arm rest, scratching his fake-chin, lost in thought. If he had been in his usual form he would probably be making a thoughtful clicking noise.

"For once, Talara, I am stumped.  While there is no doubt a plethora of dutiful citizens we could call upon, only a minority of them would be fit to lead."