Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180515034234

"Alone or not I'm probably lost already so what's the point right? Let's get this over with."

Praetor removes his helmet revealing to all his marred flesh. What once was a smooth caramel was now a dark pink and laden with pale blisters. What little hair he had was gone and in its place was mottled and cracked skin seeping with unknown fluids. When he removed his helm his musk intensified for a moment choking the air nearm him.

"And behold my splendor, this tapestry of flesh and metal." Ignoring the warnings of Armata Praetor drops his gauntlets and chestplate, both resonating loudly as they collide with the ground, his musk intensifying ever more. In one swoop he peels off his chain mail and gambison the latter taking a bit of him as it goes. Whether this hurt him or not was impossible to tell as his facial features were indistinguishable and the odor clouded judgement.

He held his arms out allowing the cold to run over him. "Now. Where is this unseen assailant? "