Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190201091323/@comment-34818102-20190205005400

"Well, that's kinda exaggerating a lot. Though when you watch a bunch of Sycophants that tends to happen. He's no god, though. He's earned that moniker for just simply refusing to die during the sack of Yaksha. Spells, arrows, crossbow bolts, swords, axes, he should have died a hundred times over so the story goes, but he just shrugged the wounds off and kept swinging with his hammers. Though you are right about his perfectionist tendencies, though I hear they've been worn down by his children. If that Broodguard was human he must have died quite a while ago, as the only Broodguards who were caused by resurrection or failed experiments were the first two sets. And really, only three of them are well cared for, as the rest are either dead or have run away. The Hydra child of his is The only one that's still at home, and the male head definitely has some hand in the night of Cragspur, but the female one is more interested in games of intrigue."

The two mamono enter the town square, where they can see Veronica laughing hysterically while Grig stared down a group of brown scaled Saurians wearing emerald studded armor and carrying war axes.