Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-30014014-20200712141413

(Flame/Angry) ''Vapi Murt follows behind the group, literally taking the back in a hybridal walk. Half of it was consumed by the battle stance he has, his hands firmly gripping the morning star that never left them since his arrival at this unorthodox junction of issues.''

''The other half of his walk is entombed in a monastic, prayer-like pace, his eyes behind his encased helmet closed. His forehead glued to the shaft of his weapon, muttering a quiet channeling of a prayer, all too low for anyone to hear. A hymn to protect those that he follows as his magic is curently unavailable.''

''He periodically stops, looking behind for any unsavory follower. But now, he stopped as the group stopped, hearing something. He holds firm in his stance, now displacing it into a readied poise, waiting...''