Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200714201818/@comment-31296352-20200729131033

“Lord Mother preserve us…..” Johnathon  prayed, his tone betraying his fear. “A Demon Realm army of such size has not been seen since the fall of Lescatie! And worst still; there’s only one kind of being I know of that could inspire and lead such a host.

We…” Johnathon was cut off, as a terrible and all too familiar feeling cried out in his gut; as well as his sixth sense, which clawed and screamed at his mind, warning that something was awry.

He then turned to ORDER, his hand already gripping his mace. “We need to leave! Now!”