Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200714201818/@comment-31296352-20200721202130

“So that must be it” A young man thought to himself as he crested a hill on a white horse; finally catching sight of the Order stronghold. “I’m finally here.”

He was fully clad in polished, full plate armor adorned with crosses and ornate patterns, an enclosed helm with silver wings that hid his face.

A large kite shield hung from his back, and from his waist hung a silvery mace.

His horse was also clad in the same polished steel, with matching patterns and crosses adorning the armor.

“We’re finally here boy” the man said as he patted his steed’s neck, before kicking him into a gallop.

Before long, he slowed to a trot, and finally a walk, as he approached the stronghold’s gates.