Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160318050706/@comment-25547106-20160325012137

"I'm afraid this is beyond my area of expertise. I have a lovely young wife to go home to. My days of adventure are over!" Armstrong replies, chuckling as he scratches the back of his head. "But worry not, I have an old friend that will certainly prove invaluable in my stead!" he continues, pulling out a small orb and activating it. It glowed red and projected a widening beam of energy forward until a round hole seemed to tear through reality itself. Armstrong approached the portal, crossing his arms as an intimidating sight stepped through. A man, seemingly encased in metal and wood, carrying an immense shield, a dagger at his hip, and a ragged cloak with leather pauldrons draped over his shoulders. He steps towards Armstrong, towering nearly a full foot above the already statuesque human.

"Good to see you, Godslayer." the armored being states in a deep voice, shaking Armstrong's hand.

"The pleasure's all mine, old friend!" Armstrong replies, laughing. "I assume you know why I'm contacting you?"

"Finally time you settled down, I take it?" the armored man asks, chuckling.

"Indeed. I've met a fine woman. One I'll never outlive!"

"I envy you, old friend. So what's the job?"

"Nothing too extreme; merely help these two repel a hoard of laviscious, overly-zealous monster-girls!" Armstrong replies, laughing heartily.

"Monster... Girls? What have I missed in the last 4,000 years?"

"We'll catch up over tea some time. But your nature as a Construct of old makes you invaluable. Will you help?"

"Sure, I've got nothing better to do. Been waitin' for some kind of war to start, but everything's been silent." he answers, fist-bumping Armstrong's armored gauntlet. With that, Armstrong turns towards the others, removing his hat and bowing.

"I'm afraid I must now bid you adue. I have a home to return to!" Armstrong states, stepping into the portal, the gem in his hand now turning green before the portal closes.