Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-27550231-20190112015341

It had taken Jorge no more than half an hour for him to gear up and reach Armata's throne yet once more he stopped just at the door flashes of the night before flowing in and out of his mind. Imperia and her laughter, the drink and its refreshing burn, the goddess and her silent words. All spiralled about in his mind overwhelming him for but a moment as he reached out for the door and walked into the throne room.

"You requested my presence?"

The knight strode in confidently with his sword on hilt and helmet tucked under arm. Were his armor polished he would have been the spitting image of one of the many paintings that lined the walls of the palace.