Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180326040035

Praetor sits up, dazed and weary of his surroundings. His heart stops beating as he sees the burning hellscape that surrounded him.

"Guess the goddess's reach doesn't to this realm because it looks like we died and went to hell."

-No... already... We didn't even get to see Ne'zon...-

He collects his equipment, using his sword like a crutch he hobbles down down the street taking in the environment until his vision cleared and remember what had happened. His body felt charred and cracked as if the had tried to hug an unwilling lava golem. Every step was agony, every step made him want to remove his armor and jump into the well. He peeked in and immediately regretted it as he took in the full extent of the viscera.

"Guess we are in hell... looks like something Armata would drink."