Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047

Rain drops pelt the ground as Marcus Jaghund rides into Whitemarch. The commoners stand aside as the man clad in black rides in atop a massive black furred steed. His eyes make no contact, they stare straight ahead, fixated on their destination. The cobblestone road cries out as the horse's hooves connect with the street, overcast clouds roll and small blots of light break through the otherwise depressing atmosphere. Drops of rain drip from the tip of the greatblade that is slung across the back of the battle hardened Marcus.

He was here in Whitemarch to recruit the help of two capable warriors, to aid in quest of facing down the Vampire Warlord, Armata De'Sange. His first stop, the home of the "Amored Titan", Praetor. 