Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-27550231-20171031041114

The troika gazes at the situation unfurling before them in bewilderment.

-Why are they all swarming together? That's one of the most stupidest things you can do in this kind of comepetition how the hell do they expect to get any points to pass on to the next round?-


 * They are weak and cowardly. Unlike our lordship they require large numbers to even have the vaguest possibility of victory. Pathetic creatures should not-

'''Enough. I don't want to hear any more. What I wanto is to get our pont out of the way so we can stay in the safe.'''

Without hesitation Jorge unceremoniously make his way through the group bumping into Brad and knocking him and his notebook '''What the hell is going on here? Oh... Blues."'''

He notices the three Kobolds cowering in the corner and can't help but be reminded of a similar situation when he went on crusades with the Order. In the back of his mind he hears the screams feels the heat of the flames and the rush of adrenaline down his spine. On the inside he felt great sinking feeling as the guilt and shame of his actions came up once more. But his dark side, hes warrior instinct felt a fond warmth one would experience when remembering their childhood. Jorge could not help but smirk as he raised his laso in an attempt to catch one of the Kobolds, perhaps that one on the farthest edge.