Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180815200400

(BTR) Marcus looks up, battered. He sees his friend Jorge hit the ground. The massive man lands like a meteor from space, dust, dirt and stone erupting in his wake. Marcus’ eyes are blinded with sudden anger and realization, but they are different from before. He is focused and conscious of everything around him. The past month hits him as hard as a punch thrown by Tirush at her most primal.

“SONS OF BITCHES!!!!” His fists clench tight the still simmering ground beneath him, fingers digging into the scorched earth. He rises to his feet while shaking heavily. Marcus’ body is still recovering from the thrashing he managed to survive from Tirush. He grabs Jorge by the collar and begins dragging him toward the Great Pillar. “Damn it all, the fuck is going on up there.”

Marcus can sense the evil moving up high, and it is somehow familiar to him.

“Jorge? You got anything left?” Marcus growls as he marches weakly toward the pillar where the prison once stood. “What’s going on up there?”