Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-27550231-20171205162731

(S9)

It's strange. Jorge has never truly been in such a situation before, on the run. He has always been a bulwark. He had always been at the front of a charge never relent in to those who stood in his way. In all his years, in all the crusades with the order he had never truly fled. He had never truly been hunted. The idea of running and hiding was entirely foreign to him and yet. Yet it felt almost real. It felt as their lives were truly on the line, as if this were their final confrontation.

That's when he notices the name Sorsha. He glances up confused only to lock eyes with the undead dragon. We're it not for his helmet she would have surely seen the discomfort this revelation had brought on him.

'Jorge' stands up to sat something when he is interrupted.

'''You do realize this is a GAME! There is no death! There is no serious consequence! Let IT go!'''

'Jorge' kneels back down and nods to Sorsha then turns to Ashe. "So... you seems to know about this place. What do you suggest we do?"