Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25547106-20160426010522/@comment-25547106-20160426010735

(Posted on behalf of Dios, by virtue of his internet sucking)

Travelling more or less as a hostage amongst a group of rebel Mamono was a young man in a dark coat. His mouth was gagged crudely by a rope, and his hands were bound behind his back. There was nary a mark on his face or body indicating injury, though. The band of rebels travelled by a Centuar-drawn wagon, which housed enough seats for many soldiers and their two hostages. The other hostage, besides the young man, was a distraught Fairy contained within a jar... a jar that sealed her massive magical power. Most of the rebel soldiers seemed to be warrior types: Salamander, Lizardmen, Dhampirs.. but clearly commanding them was the host of a Cursed Sword... once a grand Order general.

One of the Salamander girls grabbed the young man by his face, forcing him to look at her. "Y'know.." she began, a deviant smirk in her eyes. "Maybe after we burn this town to the ground, we'll show ya heaven, before we send ya there." A threat of violation, and then execution... the young man didn't seem to respond to this, his face blank. The main question going through his head though.. why hadn't they killed him just yet? Why wait, and make him watch them burn down this little Zipangu hamlet? Sadistic jerks.. he thought the lot of them.

"Oh hey.." One of the Centaurs addressed the group. "It's just up ahead. Ready weapons." The trumpet of war would soon blare, on these innocent people.