Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160203043235/@comment-26852465-20160223005747

Narenyo seemed taken aback by that term. "Muscle Wizard"... indeed, he had heard it before. For the first time, the human emoted. It was a small smile.

"Indeed, I have heard of the fabled Muscle Wizard. For a while now.. I have attempted to live the legacy he established.. do you mean to say that he stands before me now?" Just a hunch of his..

Artartemer's helm seemed to clang loudly as it was slashed, almost caving into the chest piece. The possessed gauntlets forced it back out.. the visor glowing with astral presence. "So be it then, brethren." with that, he prepared his greataxe for a cleave, and forced a kick into Moor Dread's abdomen.

Meanwhile, DM stayed out of range, all the while trying to distract Artartemer. ''"Yeah! Go Moor Dread! Kick his ass! That ghostly-goo ain't got nothing on you!" ''