Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180311011134

It was unusually quite in the castle this day. Praetor/Jorge had spent most of his day in the training grounds as he attempted to get reaquainted to his trusted arms. His sword felt off balance and his shield heftier than he remembered but that is why he was here. Should the moment arise he would have to be familiar with his chosen arms as to not leave him wanting in combat.

He swung his sword in rapid and short arc as he tried to get acustomed to the flurry of blows that he was known for, but his exhaustion would soon get the better of him and his thirst got the better of him.

"Layoka." His voice rang out as he leaned on his sword catching his breath.

"Layoka!" He got no response.

"Layoka! Where's my water? You're not pulling another prank on me are you?"

Still nothing.

"Where are you..."

His arms and legs protesting the knight struggled to stow his gear on his back as he had done many months ago.

"Layoka?" He pushed through the large wooden doors seeing the pitcher on a counter next to him but no signs of the little damphire. Without a second thought he removed his helmet and drank deeply from the pitcher ignoring the repulsive taste of vinegar that blended with the water.

"That little..."

That is when he noticed the damage in the halls. The little Damphire's tiny shoe on the ground in the middle of the chaos. It took him a second to put the events together but a second was all it took for him to regain his strength and bolt down the hall as he donned his helm. It wasn't long before his trail picked up once more as he saw downed guards and residents alike in the halls. There was not much he could do to help them nor would he, his target was the agressor and by stopping him this would all end. Soon he heard the angered cries of Layoka but soon they were drowned out by much more hedious screams. Praetor took not time to see as to why people cried out. He took no second to think of what situation he was about to confront, he merely acted. He saw a baing clad in black armor enter a portal and followed suite behind him with no consideration for his safety or those around him.