Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-27550231-20171221181636

(S9)

Jorge lowers his head and goes silent as he takes Ashe's story and whispers to himself "like cattle" before looking back up to her.

"And the rest of the forces? Did they join as well? What happend to those that did not? Surely there were those who resisted joining the Band. As the soldiers of the Order can be fanatical to a fault at times..."

The knight glances over at her sword and instinctively touches his ring, Yuria, and closes his eyes.

A cold sensation runs through his mind as loveless hands rummage through his mind linking him back to Lescaite, back to Eri. His old friend was uncorrupted, his home in pristine condition and the world seemed bright yet unnerving. The woman he once knew glows a purple hue then transforms into a pale succubus. She turns to him and smiles before being enveloped in a shroud of darkness that he grew to hate. Jorge reaches out to the darkness enveloped Eri but the cold fingers dig deep into his mind puling him away from the first true home he had. Pulling him away from the mercenaries that took everything from him. Pulling him away from the turncoat he once cared for.

Jorge jumps in his seat spreading his arms wide and throwing the brush he covered himself in. He gasps heavily in his now dull plate and removes his helmet. Sweat rolling down his brow and pale and fearfull face.

"She betrayed us..."

She betrayed us...

:She betrayed you...