Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-26852465-20160223172521

With a sudden gasp, the human collapsed, looking up at Grigor. "Huh... so that... that was the mighty Muscle Wizard..?" He took a deep breath.. looking back down. "I'd like to think you were.. still holding back.. as though to let me know.. despite my twenty years of prowess.. I still have much to learn." His tone seemed rather indifferent.. though his words were truly humble.

Artartemer pulled the axe out of the wall, scanning around the room.. he noticed how Moor Dread's armor had fallen apart. '''"Run away, have you brethren?" '''it taunted, before turning its attention to DM. '''"Fine by me, you're next." '"You're a real bully, you know that?"'' Sensing danger ominously radiating off the possessed armor, DM began politely backing away.. all of Artartemer's attention was on him..