Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170312190004/@comment-25808351-20170322214302

"What did he say Roderick?" A veteran soldier watching over the recruits asks. Roderick hesitates to answer as he looks around at the men, folding his arms as he sighs.

"It isn't good. Percival is determined to face off against The Destroyer again, and he won't budged either. He won't even humor the idea off returning to Arden's forces." Roderick rubs the Bridge off his nose, disappointed to be the one delivering the bad news.

"We can't possibly fight against the Wardog again, Percival is mad if he thinks we can win! I saw him, like a beast unrelenting, he tore through our lines and armor like paper! The battlemages also talked of a 'crimson veiled evil', glowing yellow eyes, draining the soldiers of blood. And a foul spirit, engulfed in blue flames and darkness, its sadistic laughter echoing over the screams of the dying!" A soldier at the campfire panics.

"Stow it soldier! We must remain strong, we must return to Arden. He was a trusted advisor and friend of Conrad's. He will know what to do." Roderick shows strength and postures to the men. "We will leave for Arden tomorrow, with or without Percival."