Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170402172021/@comment-30014014-20170404194000

''Oscar glared down at the miserable rabble that was to be his enemies. A bunch of knights, easily numerous enough, in the dozen to outnumber him. Despite that, more than one could be seen shaking as they step in his hallowed ground. Whisper escaping each of their step in myriad arcane, most of them feel uneasy at the man they face. ''

Similarly armored, yet so enormously different. "S-sstand down!"'' one tries to order the presumed leader of this squad, without the imposing tone of voice and tenure required from one to intimidate the adversary. Oscar merely takes a step toward them, his Morning Star crackling with cobalt fire.''

"I am not in the mood to be trifled..."'' he merely whispers, almost unheard, yet so loud to them. The hallowed ground shines up, indicating he was entering a war stance. His glare was a deathly one...''