Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-27550231-20170122063006

Jorge slips from the window just before the guards arrive leaving no trace of his presence save for iron bars torn asunder. With impossible accuracy and skill the iron clad warrior slides down the side of the jail and disappears in the filthy alleys below.

"What happened back there! Why the hell did he start shaking like an epileptic?"

The pale woman appears behind him once more and bows slightly

''Its seems that he was assassinated in the style of a kunoichi fair champion. Whomever hired these individuals has great power, great skill and knowledge for so few mamono can create such a magical safeguard.''

Jorge slams a fist into the dank and moldy wall besides him, the stone crumbles under his fury leaving his mark in the slums.

"Had they interrogated him we might have not gotten any information... But now we know their names and what they look like but most importantly who lead them to my home."

Jorge lethargicly leaves the alley as the snow starts to fall once more in Whitemarch.

They shall rue the day their path crossed yours fair champion.

"And they shall rue the day when they are sent to your embrace..."

As he leaves the mildly warm embrace of the alley Jorge crosses paths with a vagabond begging for help and offers none as he marches by.