Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26521757-20160624003802/@comment-28927430-20160705210939

Deep in the order's jails Drake, the three lamia's father, sat chained to a chair in the center of the room. His unkept brown hair and beard had grown long over the years, and his ragged clothing did nothing to hide the trained muscles of a 40 year old ex-hero. Due to the fear of his potential strength as an incubus the guards has chained his torso and each limb tightly to the chair, and the chair chained to the floor, three walls, and the ceiling.

With the jingle of keys an old guard man opened the door and entered the room, tossing a bowl of slop onto Drake's lap. "You were the best you know. Half of the damn kids here wanted to be you when they grew up... but now they are here guarding your traitor ass! What do you say about that?" The old guard's words didn't phase the old incubus, who just chuckled. "If you haven't had a taste of a beatiful creature like my wife, you haven't lived a complete life." At his words the guard huffed and left, slamming and locking the door behind him. "... Damn monster loving traitor..."