Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170312190004/@comment-25808351-20170322195647

(Damn S9, this is getting really cool dude. Keep it up.)

"General, eventually the Wardog will find this camp and wipe us out!" Percival' second in command shouts. He is a stout man with a scar running down his left cheek, cutting into his beard. He has red hair and green eyes.

"We are safe for now-" Percival tries to interject, but his second in command breaks code and interrupts.

"With all due respect Sir, we are not safe! Why do you think Godfrey left?! The Wardog will smell us out, and in these close quarters with no vantage points, we are just grass to be cut down! Are you still in disbelief of what you saw on the field that day! THIRTY THOUSAND DEAD, WULF TO! No amount of steel can kill the Destroyer, we need power! We must return to Arden!" The second in command shouts.

"Why, so I have to listen to his obnoxious laugh and look at his arrogant smirk?! I'm telling you Roderick, Arden is a liar! He has no power! Now STAND DOWN!" Percival pushes the bottle of liquor off the desk in rage and marches over to Roderick who stands tall and proud of his argument.

"One more word about Arden, and I will have you punished or worse, demoted! Now get out of my tent!" Percival is visibly drunk and staggers a bit.

"Yes sir, but know this, you condemn us to death...." Roderick salutes and exits the tent promptly after.