Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-27550231-20170829043418

Praetor removes his helmet and hands it to Freya in an earnest gesture of trust. He sloses his eyes and listens to the ambient sounds of the store and waits. The clanging of the hammer slowly fades away as a low rumbling slowly takes over his mind. It's fingertips dance across his mind draging him to an unknown place, no longer does he feel the hard of the store's floor but rather the soft of ash.

"There's a presence here... Something wishes to-  Me."

Then he hears thevoice


 * We of Londor shall serve thee... And I, of course am also thine. Come hither out lord. Wrest us from this mantle so that we may impart the mark of man upon you...

When Jorge opens his eyes he finds a strange ring on his finger and within it's dark gem the faintest glimpse of its inhabitant


 * You and I exist together now most honorable lord. For the time thou remainst our lord we shall be at your beck and call.

Jorge does not respond to the being within his ring and turns to Freya, reaching out for his helm. "Thank you for this gift. I shall put it to great use. Now... tell me. How doth one partake in this hunt?"