Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-27666783-20191110213541

(@Hound, Jeiel, BTR180)

"Confound it, man. It doesn't have to be like that." Bertram retorted, "The Order's future right now may have no future, soon it will fracture into warring factions until the Mother of Mamono conquers the Earth. But this can be changed. I know of your… relationship with the powers that be. This is why I am here, they'll call me a Blasphemer for it." The young man sighs, turning around cautiously toward the potentitally listening bargoers around them. "I am Apprentice Inquisitor Bertram Aldrich, I know that the Omnipotent God is a liar-"

His voice cuts short, eyes wide, the breath wheezing from his lungs as his eyes make contact with the hulking warrior hoving into the bar area. "By Ares' right tit." He whispers. His legs, mechanically, almost robotically snap together in attention. His knees bend into a formal kneel, "Champion Beorthric, good evening. Hail to the Order." His eyes peer slightly toward Jorge and Jeiel.