Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20181006162945/@comment-30014014-20181006211426

The man with the black hand slowly walk after the fleeting fodder, his hand since long depleted, recharging "They flee. Why do they flee? Do they value their lives? Why do they stand before me with their taint then? They seek death, yet they run. Why?"

''His ax is illuminated once more with the golden lightning. Holding it over his head, the man with the black hand is readying yet another attack, gazing steadfast onto his next target.''