Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200821025708/@comment-29038468-20200912103819

Tikkit: The Arch-Magus would gaze at Beatrice lovingly as her parents held hands. "My darling Beatrice, you're home. Come, tell us how your mission went. Your parents and I can't be any more proud of you for helping turn back a Demon realm army." He said getting up and holding his arms out. "Oh, and you should tell us when the wedding is so we can prepare everything for your special day!" Beatrice's mother would say. This scene, these people, they're everything she's ever wanted. But it's all so wrong...

Sergeant: The Dark Valkyrie saw it coming, but couldn't do anything to prevent it. Johnathon's mace connected with her helmet with a loud resounding 'dong'. She fell to the ground and lay motionless, it was hard to tell if she was dead or unconscious. It was only then that he had noticed the burning sensation in his leg. The pair had traded blows, Johnathon's mace and the Dark Valkyire's halberd lance. Blood oozed out of the wound.

Abyss/Ser: Ophlia laughed and skipped as they continued onward deeper into the forest. It was as if there was nothing in this world that would get her down.