Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151002174117/@comment-17114085-20151108180341

(It is made of pure gold but is silver...wait what?)

Jovron struck at the dummy again and again, venting his anger and frustration.

Paur walked up behind him and muttered. "Boy, I wouldn't want to be that dummy."

Jovron stopped his attacks and turned to face his friend.

"What is the matter Jov?" Paur asked.

Jovron gripped his sword tightly. "Everything. Lyon and many others are either being held by the Orcs or have been killed, Gerrick was murdered by Radh and those other traitors, my brother continues his war and I cannot help but fear for his life, my sister is still beind held in Shornhelm by my brother's foes, the same foes whom executed my father. And I can do nothing about any of it. Everything is the matter."

"You cannot blame yourself for any of that." Paur said. "Just hang on, when we receive the reinforments from the King of Wayrest we will be able to fight back against the Orcs and rescue our comrades."

"I hope you are right...." He sheathed his blade. "So, Paur. When do you think they will assign us to new Knights, as both of ours were killed by those traitors."

"I don't know. I jsut hope none of us gets stuck with Sir Alodie." He said a bit frightened.

Jovron chuckled. "Yeah, I hope so too."