Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190328020325

"The actors move in the first play, well into playing their part as fodder for the old dead man, as are the defender for their puppeting masters..." Prad watches with glee as the armies begin to smash into the other.

While no longer privy to his crossed arms, he still remains in his place, this time gazing down between Marcus... "You spoke of your entourage, calling them...morose, dull. All of it, because none shared your belligerent hunger for tsimple things in trying times. Well then...let us see how well you fare them. Your puppy father is at your side, after all..."

...and Jorge "You tried scorning me, playing my presence as...nuisance. Merely because the sight of a casual wounding your patronizing winged warmonger was so unacceptable. Well, let me fulfill what you sought of I. Let us see how far you go before your decrepit body falters and tumbles like a washed up zealot!"