Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200707214420/@comment-39280634-20200716213609

(Hound, Isaac, Tikkit, Mango)

Lance's jaw was hanging at the sight of carnage and destruction. He almost couldn't believe it, yet it was real. It gave him a sick feeling in his gut, along with disgust and contempt flowing through his head. Worse still, he's seen something like this before. "Jesus fucking Christ..."

Lance gets off of Samia's horse and takes a few steps forward, looking around the area, still maintaining his shocked expression. He could hear shouts of the raiders, reveling in their 'victory', only causing his bile and rage to grow higher.

Imediately, he spots a group of a few raiders, getting already drunk from the supplies of wine they pillaged. Lance began walking towards that direction, with a slightly quicker pace than normal and clen hing his teeth, as a sign of his growing agression. He mutters in a low but venom ladden tone: "Oh I'll give you something to fucking 'celebrate'..."

(Mansion)

Lina found the new Morgan's tone about what happened slightly off. "Disbella...Well, pleasant to meet you... once again. However, if Ophelia is gone, what happened to the other 'Morgans' ?"

(Other room)

After having listened to Hex's explanation of poker, Meri agrees to try her hand at it. "Hmmm, alright. Although, it sounds a little harder than Solitaire. Or Go Fish."