Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-26288702-20170220041436

The smoke begins to clear and rubble litters the ground. Conrad's troops on the mountain, gone. Godfrey sits at the bottom of the mountain looking up at the peak in shock, unable to fathom what has happened. A pile of rubble moves and Conrad emerges, scrapped, bruised and weak. He strains to pull himself free from the pile of stone as each hand clutches dirt. He looks around the area and sees no Hound, only a the iconic greatsword still planted in the ground.

Conrad:"Hehehehe, hahahaha, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! WHAT A FOOL! I WARNED HIM HE WOULD DI-" Conrads eyes grow wide and his face turns white, as a familiar figure emerges from the smoke.

Marcus shambles up to his greatsword and plucks it from the ground with his left hand, then he limps to the rogue general. His right hand that clenched the Conrad's God sword is gone, his gut and chest drip blood, his body is riddled with shrapnel and rocks. He slowly makes his way to Conrad, his gaze locked onto the former general. Conrad desperately yanks himself free from the rubble and crawls away from the Wardog.