Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-36359477-20181214140139/@comment-37629772-20181215131040

"The Order has brought their grand champion, my lord" the young Lizardman said to the Dullahan, both were standing on a battlefield with each side standing and waiting for something to set off the sparks of combat. "Where is he?" the warrior who was carring her head in her arm said, only to see the Lizardman pointing off in the distance. Their stand on top of hill was a man wearing a yellow mask that had big, white eyes that weep not out of sadness but of joy. This was evident through the smile that laid on the mask's jaw, as if a cresten moon was laying on the sun. The Dullahan tried to hold her laughter but failed. "HAHAHA THIS IS THE ORDER"S GREATEST?!? HAHAHAH!!!" the Dullahan cried, making an expression that looked almost like the man himself's.