Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-27550231-20170903044900

(S9)

Jorge scoffs at the notion of demon silver and waves his finger refusing the idea.

"No no no. I don't use demon silver. I don't even use their money. Its an affront to even consider using any of their products. They destroyed my home and even touching them is more than enough to make my skin crawl."

"I'm not going to use demon weapons. Even if it means only using this weresheep rag the whole time!"

Jorge breathes heavily after his rant, calming down and realising his mistake.

"I. I'm quite sorry. I'm quite the emotional person and... And the thought of that day really sours my milk."

His hands ball up in anger at the though of that day that completely changed his life. Were it not for that invasion he would not be here. He would not have meet and lost so many people he cares for.

-These people are not a good influence on us. That ring is evil and they are too trusting and powerful. We should leave while we still can.-

We can't. Not until Lord Armata decides to leave. Besides they could be useful, should we ever need information or bodies for our assault on that general I'm sure they would be more than eager to assist.

Jorge feels a familiar touch grip his heart and squeeze it slightly. Whatever it was it did not like what he said and was taking action against him.

"Gasp! Cough cough cough! Gahhhh! What was that! I... Couldn't breath."