Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-26288702-20161201010655

Wulf spins around with sword in hand, it glows as he charges it, ready to unleash it's fierce power.

Wulf:"Who's there?! Show yourself or suffer a death in holy fire!"

His eyes comb the room looking for any hint of the body attached to the voice. Nothing but wind hallowing through the smashed windows and the sound of thunderous combat deep below. His sword lowers and calms down. He steps away from the vault and moves to the window. The breeze cools the sweat on his brow and gently pushes the crimson curtains, now tattered and devoid of the value they once had. Out the window and down below, fires erupt in sections of Armata's castle. The Order forces under Godfrey and Wulf's command sweep the castle for anything that moves and burn what doesn't. The siege titans smash down tower after tower uncontested.

Wulf:"Serves the bastard right, this place was a cesspool of evil and hedonism."