Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-28358106-20170729183148

He looks down and sees that a sword has manifested itself on his belt, hanging from a baldric. Its scabbard is clothed in rich velvet, its guard and pommel shine brilliant silver. A red jewel, its facets angular and wild, its sheen swirling like fire, is embedded in the pommel, and a much smaller one just like it rests in the guard. A brilliant blue diamond, its angles perfect in their symmetry, rests in the scabbard, surrounded by six smaller jewels, each unique and complimenting the diamond.

A sense of calm washes over him when he sees his sword. He looks back up and begins walking slowly, almost casually.

"And what do you hope to gain from them? What has it gotten you?  The hatred of all you come into contact with.  It doesn't have to be this way, Memphis.  You still have a choice."