Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160810022256/@comment-26444332-20160816152334

The Indomitable wrote: Many of Valerius' men start praying as soon as they see what is about to happen. Valerius himself, decides to make peace with the Sun, before what he believes will be the end of both his life, and the last hope of man (the Empire).

"Sun help me, Sun preserve me, Sun absolve me of my fears, and doubts, Sun guide my blade, and my hate. So that I may win this day."

He draws his sword, and steels himself for death, after all, if the god's never helped him even when he was a good man, why would they help now? Inexplicably, Kurenai laughs a little.

'Well now,' she begins. 'From the bloody red aura of magic around you, I'd say you just recieved the blessing of the Empire's patron, Androktasia, the spirit of Slaughter. Who could have thought? She must really hate me in order to bestow a blessing upon a mortal man like this.'

She settles into a crouch, and raises her fan, snapping it open. She also adjusts a belt on her waist, exposing a red and gold scabbard for a thin-bladed longsword.

'Well?'