Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190213203410/@comment-7262318-20190216192018

"Not yet, Knight, not yet..." The Man said. "Hold your temper, for you'll have need for it soon..."

He snapped his fingers, and surprisingly the wolves in there turned on their Forsworn Guards. They jumped up and bit at their faces and necks, snapping and chewing through their windpipes. Neither one even had a moment to scream or even react before their lives were taken.

The man did not even bother to turn around to ensure they were dead. "So... Holda sent you as her last stand, am I correct?"

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"This... okay..." She frowned, though she didn't seem to be comfortable with that answer, for some reason. She glanced down at the hand on her shoulder.

That was when the others barged into the room...

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"I'll keep an eye on him," Alvoran volunteered. "The rest should try and find the others..."

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"Well, I can see a few worn edges to start... The face on the front there, I can see where the metal has been warped... and down there, in the right hand corner, there's a dent," The Imperial lady offered. "Cleaning isn't going to protect against damage, you know?" ---

"Of course we were," She said, dumping the bloody axes on the ground. "These belonged to the Companion in their ranks. He no longer breathes..."

She smirked. "I also tore a few fingers from the paladin, but they were already furious enough with his death. I could not collect them in time..."