Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-26444332-20160830233724

Androktasia chuckles at Valerius's pessimism.

'Yes, I suppose you could call it a curse. You are not quite human, you see. You carry within you ancient blood, do you not? The blood of elves. The blood of kings. The blood of dragons. You are the inheritor of the Crimson Serpent, my foolish servant.'

She somberly looks at him, and for a split second the Grand Marshal can see her as she would truly appear. A young red-haired woman dressed in blood-soaked gold and black armor, wearing a bent and tarnished red-streaked crown, and carrying a black golden-bladed reaping scythe stained with the lives of thousands.

'Do you wish for power, Grand Marshal? I cannot guarantee you will survive it.'