Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160716002759

The Paladin pulls off his helmet. His face is covered in blood...but it's too dark, congealed. He looks at you through faded eyes, white and clouded. He grits his teeth at you and speaks in a gurgling voice, clogged with blood.

"Your will is weak, dog.  You think that lacking belief, you'll somehow escape judgment?  YOU WHO WALK THE WORLD ARE ALREADY CONDEMNED!" He brings his enormous blade to bear...

The Lizardman stands, having pinned the fallen Paladin on the ground. She stands. "Dont talk to 'im, just kill the bast..." she gives a yelp as the Paladin she stabbed gets up again and bats her across the ground. She struggles as the remaining soldiers close in...