Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200707214420/@comment-25808351-20200730231950

Everyone: Beorthric blocks his face with his arm. The spikes bounce off of his armor like arrows and create a cacophony of clangs clinks. The Order titan raises his sword and turns it so that the broad part is covering his vulnerable head. He marches to Lance under hail of spikes and with a roar Beorthric delivers a powerful front kick to the wall Lance is perched upon. The wall’s base blows out and begins to crumble as if a Wurm tore through it.

(Mansion)

“That is a good suggestion Meri, if my girls will have golden feathers. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if they have their father’s raven colored hair. Marcus said he wants to give them Zahmerian names. He’s a little traditional like that.” Eva giggles holding her belly.

(Other room)

“Me, no.” Rinzel shakes her head. “I was never apart of the Radical Faction. I worked at the Demon Realm Hotsprings most of my life. I never really worked with any of the Faction either.”

“I was part of the Radical Faction, specifically the Sabbath.” Hex starts. “I served with them for a good 50 years until I moved to Zahmeria. There I became addicted to Holsty milk, and before I knew it my body started to grow. I stayed small like a Devil, but my tits and the like grew huge!” She points to her large breasts.

“I worked in the Black Mare as an entertainer after that. I wasn’t allowed to return to the Sabbath for obvious reasons. Good riddance I say. I never really had fun there. And if I went back, I probably would’ve never married into the Jaghund’s. Now I get bent over every night by a handsome stud.”