Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-27550231-20161116034124

Praetor looks up at Armata flying in the rafters and is immediately reminded of a fairy prancing about. He chuckles at the thought and rests his hammer on the ground.

"Tempting really! But unfortunately the last thing I want to do is live forever! It gets kinda boring after the first few decades and all you have to show for it is a bunch of notches on your belt and scratches on your shield! I think I'll pass on the vampire part but nothing says you can't stop being a murderous asshole so we can be friends!"

He places a hand on the grip of a blessed knife ready to make a fast counter.