Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-38248322-20190520051454/@comment-38248322-20190525013523

(Okay let me get some replies done here...)

The blacksmith grunted. "Sure. There's a cave somewhere down at the bottom of a rivet here. Saw at least 70 down there. Feeling suicidal, are we?" He then sighs. "Sorry, kinda busy here. After seeing all this, work is the only escape from this madness. If you bring me enough souls, I can enchant and bolster your weapon, if you like."

The robed man sighs. "Sadly, the last of the Great Weapons were placed inside the castle of our now ailing king, so getting one will require much enchantments using souls, or consuming some to make yourself stronger."

(By thr way rollchester, that is good.)

The head rolled as Trevor gained eight more souls.