Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190115204829

(Everyone) “Agreed Jorge. We have no time to debate or wonder about morality, Pramool marches his armies just under two months from now. We have to make any preparations necessary for this fight.” Armata adds to Jorge’s statement. “You either help us or wait it out, and hope we succeed....”

Marcus looks away unsure he can trust this plan. But he then looks back at his wives. Samia has her arms folded, standing there regal. Cyndwella on the other hand is picking her nose, before flicking whatever it is she plucked.

“Fine. I’ll go along with it, but marks my words. My father isn’t to be trusted.” He warns.

“That is if you can even bring the shitlord back.” Cyndwella remarks.

“Renwick seems to believe he can.” Armata reassures.