Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-25808351-20160803033228

I dismount my horse and stand beside Ibrahim as he stares at the spire, lost in thought. "Are you sure about that? Victivius only seems interested in destroying this world. I doubt giving him the glyph would change a damn thing. No point in dwelling on it now. We need to regroup, try and find your kids and Praetor." My gaze turns to my father who is overlooking us from a high ridge. I don't acknowledged him, I just put my hand on the Doc's shoulder and say, "Let's get of here, for now."