Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-29038468-20190607010439

"I'm just saying man, don't let her future come to pass." I say sitting back down.

The Plague Priests try slashing away Pir'e, but they're directed away from her by a sub-sonic string of blood that has its own will. It writhes around like a snake deflecting the on coming scythes. "I'm afraid my grave is nowhere to be found here. I'll be sure to write that on your epitaph however." She says unwavering. With each determined step, she gets closer to her target, closer to Atrea.