Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180330003555

“Are they not?” Acheron’s stoic image finally subsides, and a playful, almost teasing one replaces it. “Not nearly as restraint as Tirush? Then your realm must be infinitely more maddening than ours. As I have seen Tirush’ level of restraint in combat. Only once before, have I seen such unbridled savagery.” Acheron follows his statement by checking all of his armor pieces. He combs over the straps and buckled, making sure everything is secure.

“Only once before?” Alburn asks.

“Yes. The only other time I’ve seen that kind of raw combat power, was from the monster, clad in black. The one Barghest prowls with. That, thing, beneath all that shadowed metal, has no sense of pitty for it’s foes.” Acheron’s playful demeanor is gone as fast as it came.

“At the battle of Dumontira, I watched as that creature faced down twelve Death Dealers, alone. With nothing but it’s bare hands. It tore into them as if they were paper. It broke their bones, ripped their flesh, and pulled their entrails from their bodies. As said, all it did, was growl, roar and pant. Like an animal set loose upon any Barghest deemed worth It’s time.” Acheron turns to Praetor.

“I hope your world is full of individuals like Tirush. She maybe a savage, but she a tempered, and respectable one. Worthy of the power she holds from what I’ve seen. I wish we had beings like her, in this world. Good, yet powerful, savage people, who know how to put mindless beasts down. And protect the innocent.” Acheron looks to Tirush and nods in approval. “I wish there were more like her. For everyone’s sake.”