Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170203204458/@comment-25808351-20170217033121

A faint tremble can be felt every couple of seconds as the catapults fire at will upon the city. Marcus knows this is from the siege titans approaching. He shouts in anger and storms into the house. Samia comes downstairs with the children.

"Marcus? Marcus what's happening?!" She frantically calls to her husband, but no answer. "Cyndwella, what's going on?" She clutches the children's hands tight. Marcus meanwhile kicks in the door of his study and marches over to his battle gear. He slips into his black leather pants and straps up his boots. He then throws on his upper body chainmail and fits into his gauntlets. Lastly, he equips his utility belt, sword harness and his signature black, dragon hide trench coat forged in the era of the previous Demon Lord.

Marcus raids each cabinet for his weapons of choice. He takes his massive hunting knife, his double-barrel sawn-off scatter gun, his flask of rum, a cigar and some matches. He storms out of the room, through the house and out into the backyard where his greatsword sits patiently. Approaching the greatest sword ever crafted, he yanks it from the earth effortlessly and places it to his back, the runes glow and it sticks to Marcus like a magnet. Without any further hesitation, he marched past his home and toward the fight.