Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180630204831

The Twins quickly regroup despite being separated, as if I’d one mind. Gethin flings Alburn, the human rifleman slams against hard against a pillar of stone. Alburn thuds to the ground gasping for air as the serpent like fire hurtles toward Gethin. The emotionless Vampire stares vacantly at the incoming attack, then bursts to smoke. He reforms past the fire and charges Prad. His hands transform into razor sharp claws capable of cutting steel. He leaps over Prad, his claws extended.

Outside, Marcus blocks Gethin’s cursed sword in Jorge’s use, with one of his greatswords. He plants the other greatsword quickly, freeing up his other hand. Marcus then cocks back his free hand. Jorge can see it, in the Wardog’s eyes. The incoming strike is intended to kill. Marcus is in the complete thrall of the Twins. His brows inward, angered. His sharp canine like teeth clenched, ferocious. Jorge must act fast, Marcus no longer recognizes his friends.

Tirush bursts into a spiral prison that is part of a long bottomless shaft. So far down the mighty Wyvern can not see the bottom. Cages dangle by chains from roof beams, dead withered corpses rotting away in them. The stone composing the spiral tower is ancient, Tirush can smell the dried blood caked on the entirety of the tower, the ages old moss growing from it. A testament to the pain and suffering inflicted in this forgotten ruin.

Then she hears it, a scream. The high pitched screech of a child, followed by the screaming of Imperia. The screams stop, and a pair of feet can be heard running away. Tirush’s keen predatory instincts can tell by the quickness of steps that these noises belong to the muskie scented one, inflicting Harmon the innocent. Despite this, Tirush also notices that the foot steps are controlled, methodical. She faces a seasoned predator, but one who will become hunted.

Below her, she smells fresh blood, young blood.