Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26295802-20151110011740/@comment-26210095-20151110210919

Azruben returns home, not drunk as you would think. He is carrying a black bag full of something, which he suspiciously sets down somewhere. He hangs his rapier on the wall, and sits on the couch. "Anyone want to play a game of Adguzil?" He takes out a large board and many pawns in intricate marble. (It's like chess on steroids)