Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-25808351-20161009000726

"Had I known earlier, I would have. But a little bird told me that, this world would soon know a new god. I can not allow De'Sange to complete whatever he plans." I grab several "Whitmarch Specials" cigars and a bottle of "Dunmark Dwarven Liquor" from the shelves and face the mammoth of muscle. The bottle pops as I remove it's cork. Bubbles surface to the far end of the bottle as I chug for several seconds.

I stop. "I figured you would help, but we also need Ibrahim. He's a doctor, genius and can hold his own. Unfortunately, I doubt he'll enjoy my company."