Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-26852465-20160223024432

(I'll be heading to bed now.. expect more posts tomorrow!)

"I... I would.. if I could move my arms.. sir... Armstrong, r-right..?" The human seemed rather.. broken. Even if he could move his arms in truth.. the pain he felt was a bit too intense for him to want to bother trying.. for risk of making it worse.

The ghost armor's greataxe collided with the wall, and began struggling to pull it out. It was in there deep.. if DM weren't so certain Moor Dread would take advantage of this, he would have gone over and began taunting the ghost. Instead, his attention went to the barrier guarding the next door. The light element seemed to have faded.. now it was just the dark element, now.