Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-24438639-20151108203054

Blade walked foward, his entirity was covered in ash, the black cloak that surrounded him was ragged and worn, covered in ash wherever it stuck it appeared less black and more a dirty gray. Underneath the cloak Blade wore his armor and had two Katanas carefully aranged so they would not be seen sticking out of the cloak.

A bit of water dripped from the edges of the cloak and his hair seemed rather sleek showing how he had entered the city swimming and sneaking around the checkpoints, still the imperial attempted not to draw attention to himself.

He walked with his head bowed looking at the dirt more than foward almost, he walked with the urgency expected from a slave, but at the same time the hunched shoulders and aura of depression that would be expected.

Blade walked into an alley and removed his mask breathing the air as he sighed and stared at the sky, he chuckled as he dropped down to be in a sitting position as he pulled his flute and began playing it with a mastery a serf would not be expected to have a single thought ran through his mind Survive