Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150312045445/@comment-29458028-20150314151854

Raytheon spurred his horse to move, riding for the Rift. His next stop was Ivarstead, which was a good bit away.

It wasn't long before he came to the mountainous paths and the snow began to fall. Raytheon gritted his teeth and ignored the cold, which didn't bother him.

Soon enough, the clatter of hooves could be heard. A figure in flowing red robes, with wild, flying red hair could be seen. A mask concealed the person's face. The person held up their hand, where a bound spear appeared.

Raytheon laughed and drew his sword, saying "hmm, so they finally send Elagabalus Tiberius after me. The most ... flamboyant Imperial vampire ever. Well, dress like a man and stop putting on the womanly make up. You just look disgusting. Hell, I'm prettier than you."

"You will pay for this ... " replied Elagabalus in an equally camp voice, as he removed his mask to reveal his made up face, which was still ... kinda masculine. The snarl revealed sharpened fangs.

Raytheon almost fell off his horse laughing, but he kept his balance.