Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-27550231-20170831030436

(S9)

Jorge does not look up from his hand, the finger and it's brilliance demanding all of his attention.

"Huh? No. No. I have silver..."

He looks away from the ring and shakes his head breaking free from its hypnotising glare.

"Huh? Bottomless bag?"

He smirks.

"Boy do you all truly know how to spoil a man. Had I known that I would be getting THAT I would have joined sooner. What was that about demon silver? Are you trying to give me another weapon, because I don't think that I could really accept so many gifts in one day."


 * Thou need to arm thynself with tools befit of a Lord, lest thy tarnish such and illustrious reputation

Jorge looks around frantically trying to root out the direction of this voice. It was not like when the goddess spoke to him for her voice was felt more than heard while this. This was a more corporeal voice. Something like none he heard before.