Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-27550231-20190201155939

The knight dropped down with a thud, his fists and knees crashing down into the tile cracking it under his heft.

"Well? Come on then! Show me what YOU are capable of Prad! I know you can run away but can you run into certain death?"

Jorge rocked himself back and stood up unnaturally, his weight doing much of the work.

"Prad. Your patron is not the one who will earn you what you wish. You are the one who will wear the armor. You are the one who will fight in it. You are the one who will die in it. You must be able to defend yourself should your patron choose to be fickle with their blessings and believe me when I say this. There will be a day when your patron will grow tired of you and it will be more than inconvenient."