Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20160920234634/@comment-26210095-20160924124731

The Indomitable wrote: "This throne is nice, don't you think? It's well made, covered in etchings, gold leaf, and gems. The riches of a once great Empire. Ah, the Varrins, and their 'Emperors' surely had luxury, and that made them soft. All the easier to kill them, and enslave their wives, and children..."

"Indeed, did I not wet my blade with the blood of 40 of them, this past battle? Some begged, even, they begged for mercy. The terror in their soft, worthless eyes was a sight to behold."

"High Lord Safvir, you must be more merciful, you could've sold them at market. Strong, young men fetch a pretty penny for use in the salt mines, after all. They last longer than what they usually get..."

"Instead of trying to teach me about mercy Chancellor, how about we invite all our new neighbors to dinner, and show them what we've done with the place..."

At this Entarth laughs. "We might want to clean up the dead, and tell the men to quit looting the place, then."

"Who shall be in charge of that?"

"My son, of course. The boy knows more than I do, and can wield a sword as well as I can. I taught him, after all, as my father taught me, and my grandfather taught him, and his father before him. Back to Adrial the Warmonger, and even Aor himself."

"As you wish, milord. We'll leave you alone with your new plaything, now." "Death has a certain beauty to it, no?"

Behind Entarth is standing there a figure of about human-size, but with alabaster skin and dark violet eyes. The figure appears to be a woman, but something feels... off about her. Also, she has a pair of smoldering coal black wings behind her: a Black Angel.