Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160718195434

"From the sea came he, of heavy mein, unhalting!  By storm and steel and sand, his heft of hand, unwavering...and so on and so on.  An annoying sonnet, that.  I never liked it much, really.  But that's because it's about you."

A familiar voice calls out. His heart quickening, his blood tingling, Hound turns. Coming slowly down the steps, flanked by two dozen undead mages and Paladins, his holy blade is black with the blood of the Dragon he has just slain, dripping a trail as he walks. The Holy warrior who knows no peer, the lives of thousands on his hands...

Conrad Wulf.

He stops and spreads his arms, smiling, his blue eyes as bright as those of his namesake. "What do you think of my new Legion, Marcus?  How beautiful are they?  Tenacious, unstoppable, completely loyal.  And the best part of it all?  They volunteered!  Every one, to a man!  They don't need to eat, they don't need sleep.  And they passionately share my vision.  Their Lord and I, we have the same ideals.  I don't know why I didn't think of it before, to tell the truth."

A black bolt of lightning strikes the top of the mountaintop. Black clouds begin to swirl low, circling the peak.

Conrad looks up. "Ah, it seems that the Herald has awakened sooner than we anticipated.  That will make things go that much more smoothly." He looks back down to Hound. "You wouldn't happen to know of a Doctor around here, do you, Marcus?  I do so need to speak with him."