Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-27550231-20161211063819

"Alright... You asked for this..."

Praetor removes his armor, places it in the corner and starts to untie his chain mail. Most of the chains have an eerie dull red tinge to them and chunks of bone and gore attached to the many loops.

"Yeah, I'm going to definately have to wash this."

Even though he has removed his plate and chain he still was not finished as he wore another layer. Blood soaked leather is carelessly discarded on top of the plate and soon he removes his final layer. A set of bloody and torn tunic.

"Well have at it then. Don't worry about the blood. most of it is mine."

He holds his arms out and waits for the dwarf to work. His body is covered in various layers of somewhat dried blood, sweat and unkown fluids. He can't help but laugh at how bloody he got.