Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161224034213/@comment-25975584-20161228042833

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: 'I haven't eaten yet,' Lancer laughs, settling into a guard position with his spear. 'But I'm not exactly idiot enough to go face-to-face against someone with mental abilities. That's what it is, right? You can't make someone garrote themselves without some form of telepathy.'

His spear lights up like a comet, burning with red-white light.

'Will you face my mightiest blow, or are you going to put that rather suspicious hand down?' "I wanted to shake it. And my master wished to meet the scion of one of the premier bloodlines. Like he met me once, but no matter, if it comes to fighting, I shall fight!"

He begins to draw a machete-like sword, and then falls flat, shaking. "Forgive me, lord. I did not mean t-"

"Be silent, child. You have done your part, well I might add. As such, you shall be rewarded." The man smiles, warmly. "Hello, young one. I am... well I've had so many names over the centuries, that I've forgotten. You may call me Wrath, or anything alike to it. I wish to speak with you, to tell you of what I did, do, and plan on doing. To explain the Grand Design, and what you... Demi-Gods have in it."