Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20180712051813

As Marcus rose from his rubble tomb Praetor stopped in his tracks. He hopped that the last strike was enough to knock him back to his senses but just as soon as he began to hope the voices came, ordering their deaths...

Praetor froze in place as the deep eyes of the hound peered into him. The overwhelming aura of the destroyer slowly consuming his will to carry on. How was he to stop this monster? How was but a man to overcome such a creature, such raw power and savagery?

That was when he heard it... Werewolves sleep beneath the trees.

"Werewolf..."

Fearing the monster.... And in the silence of the night, tear drops fall as daylight dies. For The Destroyer, fierce and cold, paid in silver and gold....

"Silver."

He’ll crush and slice, he’ll chop and dice, he’ll eat your souls....

"Soul...."'

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath calming his nerve and working the illusion into it's base components, cutting away at the beast in his mind until all that was left was but a man standing before him in an empty room.

It seems that this may be it... We may actually die here. The aspect of Jorge thought

"It seems so. It's quite unfortunate that we were not able to see Ne'zon once more, apologize for what I've done."

What we've done.

"Yes... We..."

Praetor slowly starts to stomp his shield to raise his spirits before making his way to Marcus, Shield raised and sword ready to strike.