Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160407172439/@comment-25547106-20160408090044

Dreadnought sits silently beneath the tides, his eyes closed and his hands gripping his axe as he says a prayer to himself, its sound muffled by the water all around him. He uses his axe and cuts open his own palm before beginning to spread his murcurial blood along the edge of the blade, still continuing his mutterings. His metal fingers trace along the axe's blade before he once again grips it in both hands, seemingly repeating the prayer one last time. Completing the ritual, he sheathes the weapon in the leather harnass over his back and makes his way back to shore.