Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170416012531/@comment-30014014-20170416025712

"Place? What place are you speaking of? inquired Oscar, sparking an even more malicious glee from Roland. "This place in which you hid for who know how long. Where our holy artifacts linger. Everything that lives inside will be sub--

Roland's face got full of a shield bash, slapping the words out of his mouth. Not content with this, he turns his face in rage, only to be punched this time, much harder. The strike sends him breaking a dozen trees further from the ruins in the darkness of the night.

His face, a revered beauty among his peer, has been ravaged by a mere count of 2 hit in total. Never in his time as he been humiliated. Oscar lands before him, shield and mace in hand "Be careful when you speak of your sadistic tendencies. I've noticed it make you backward psychopaths susceptible to pummeling"