Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-27550231-20160726205423

I stand there ever vigilant on the the edge of Arenesse watching over the burning capital in the distance. It has been an entire week since Whitemarch has fallen, an entire week since Ibrahim and Hound have dissapeared, an entire week since Regina died to save her daughters. Out of courtesy we brought her body to let her children mourn the loss of their mother. This war if you could call it that has left many orphaned besides them, many families torn asunder by violence and death.

The enemy has yet to make any great movements after taking Whitemarch. Only small scouting parties and skirmishes occured in this week of respite. In this week I have fought many battles, taken may lives and seen many taken by others. Taken by battle, illness, crime, or taken by their own will. Many were unable to accept the violence of this world and convinced themselves they were in a dream and tried to force themselves to wake. While others just could not hadle the violece of this world any longer. And so continued the cycle, people died, people greived, and people moved on and changed. The girls each coped in their own way and I did in my own as well.

I stood on the reinforced  scaffolding of a haistily built wall overlooking the fields and roads leading to Arenesse, ready to set forth withount pity on the slaves of the dammed. Ready to strike terrorninto their hearts. But theses past few days were quiet because they knew he would come, as he always had, as he would always would to feast on the blood of the wicked.