Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180708155351/@comment-24510587-20180711155436

"So it's true, then, milord?"

"It is. He's made the final breakthrough."

"Then their scheme is about to come into fruition... after all these ages of struggling, things have finally slipped from your family's grasp. This is not good, no, no, not good at all. Mundus will collapse, shatter, be destroyed! It's the end of-"

"Enough, Mortemer. I know."

"Ah, sorry milord, it's just so worrying. Everything will be ruined if Torment's scheme goes through. He must be stopped once and for all before it's late."

"Indeed... there's only one option left. I have to assault the Andor estate directly, and defeat him."

"But milord, you'll never succeed if you do that. Not on your own. And I'm not much of a fighter, as you know, of course."

"I am aware, Mortemer..."

"So what will you do?"

The Lord of Sorrow sat back in his throne and mulled things over. His servant was right, he could not do this on his own. And with so much at stake... he had no options left. He looked over to the large, ancient mace hanging on the wall, beside an equally ancient suit of dark plate armour, and let out a deep sigh.

"Recruit help."