Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160801191929

Ibrahim looks up. He squints through the streak of blood running down over one eye, his expression turning to shock. His words come in gasps, his voice exhausted.

"Marcus...!  What in...how did you survive?  The Crucible...I was there.  I looked for you.  For days.  Thought you were dead. I had to leave...I should've waited for you before coming here."

"Indeed," Conrad says, his voice heavy with condescension. "The Doctor here is, alas, now useless.  He tried to sneak over here and destroy the phylactery, all by himself." He gestures towards the tortured Dragon. "And, his magic is little use, now.  He's played his part, anyway.  He overused the Glyph and called Victivius back into the world.  All he needed was a little...incentive."

"And you'll pay, you son of a bitch," Ibrahim growls.

Conrad laughs. "But you made my job so easy, Doctor!  And now, with the power of the Glyph now unlocked, Victivius will - "

"THE GLYPH IS NOT A WEAPON!!" Ibrahim stands, shouting unlike anything Hound has heard.

Conrad points his sword, the smile gone from his face. "Then tell me what it is, before I beat you some more, like I did your daughter."