Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180602153818

(Ibs) “Then we have something in common, Tirush.” Barnabus leans forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees for support and his hands hanging loosely between them. The moon reflects off his eyes, giving him an almost feline like quality. “The Unseen, we are our world’s memories. The knowledge and power we possess is a testament to our kind. There have always been the Unseen, passing on the old ways. Reminding the young what we’ve risen above.”

Acheron takes a seat on the ground by the pit, crossing his legs in his sitting position. While Barnabus rambles on, Acheron unsheathes his blade and checks it for damages. Meanwhile Alburn nibbles on a hunk of jerked meat. Tirush’ keen nose can smell the jerky, though she is unfamiliar with the animal it originated from, or the marinade Alburn used. It gives off a heavily smoked yet sweet aroma.

(BT) “Not enough to bring it up in an educational setting. Though I’m sure we’re not the first. Perhaps you should consider actually retiring... Giving Layoka an actual father. Not some drunk cuss what sold her to me for a few coins.” Armata shifts his gaze to Jorge, his stare is of the most serious nature.