Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180708014359

(Jester) Alburn pushes hard with every step, sprinting as hard as he can with the combined weight of Imperia and Layoka. Striding as far as he can. He feels his newfound strength failing. His body tiring. Alburn slows to a few short footsteps.

The Rifleman breathes deep, trying to catch his breath. Tirush’ words echo in his mind as he kneels to take a brief moment to breath and regain some strength. Alburn looks around at the trees, the birds suddenly taking flight. Then he hears it. Screeching, snarling, blood thirsty beasts. A hoard of Lesser Vampires swarm his position.

“THAT WAY! Go! DON’T STOP NO MATTER WHAT!” Alburn points in the direction of the high capital.

“But you are supposed to-“ Imperia attempts to interject, but Alburn cuts her off with a shot from his rifle, aimed at an incoming Garkain.

“Please go! Tirush-“ (Bang) He fires another round. “Tirush would make a coat of my skin if I did not give my all to your wellbeing.” (Bang) Alburn fires again and claims another Lesser kill. The beast toppling over, ploughing into the dirt lifelessly. Imperia protests no more, and trudges on. She looks back for a moment, only to see Alburn hopelessly outnumbered.

(BT) Marcus marches forward, drawing his greatswords. Jorge’s words reaching nothing but the air surrounding them. Marcus is enthralled by the remaining twin, his mind lost to their madness. Jorge only gets snarls and growls in return.