Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160719005526

"Me?" Conrad theatrically poses, pointing to himself. "What makes you think that I want anything in this filthy hovel of a nation?  No, I came on behalf of one who asked for my help.  He bestowed upon my Legion His wonderful gift, and asked that I find and fight this Doctor.  Just fight, nothing more.  He even asked that I not kill him.  The Herald?  It's a tool for me so that I can gather energy without having to work for it.  Clever, no?"

There is an ear splitting roar. It rolls down from the mountain peak, shaking the very earth, cracking the granite, a blood-curdling din of pain and rage. It sounds in the hollow of Hound's chest, almost knocking the wind from him. It dies down, echoing across the destroyed forest valley.

"Wonderful," says Conrad, showing his predatory smile. "You know, Hound, I did my homework before I got here.  I don't want to waste any more time, so I'll tell you this much: If I cannot find the Doctor, then I shall make him come to me."

From behind him, something is pulled forward by a Paladin. Beaten, her wings wrecked and tied behind her,  one leg at the wrong angle, Conrad violently yanks up a Harpy and holds his sword across her throat.

...Not a Harpy. It's Aegis.

"What say you, Uncle?  What price are you willing to pay?"

Conrad's eyes burn with insanity.