Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25033728-20160302013601

Outskirts of Lescatie...

There it is... Lescatie. The once grand holy city of the Order, and now... it's gone. Fallen to a force so nearly unformidable that not even The Order's best can penetrate those city walls, due to it being built to keep people out most of the time. You could say it was karma...

A couple of years past after the fall and The Chief Goddess sent me... only known as "The Assassin" to go and capture Druella alive... My mission was never explained, and at first, I was very opposed to it. Many of my holy comrades fallen to the neverending depths of deprevity and have fallen as I could only watch..

I shook my head, there was no time to think of the past. The Chief Goddess wants the bitch alive? I'll get her alive, and I hope it's worth it...

Then I cover my head with my brown covered cloak that concealed my entire body, completely making me anonymous to the elements as I trek to see what our little succubus is doing...

I got to the wall and scaled up an easy area to where I can get a good view of what the place looks like and right before my eyes, was Lescatie Palace. Tainted with that dark aura and those once proud holy symbols knocked out and some turned upside down or just made into flat out heart symbols, talk about being absolutely disgusting,,,

I then took out a pirates telescope and decided to see what my target is doing... and none other than Druella herself... 