Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20160910125325/@comment-26383377-20160917201309

"Well hello. Ashlie, i think it was. Am i correct?" Amelie smirked and offered a handshake.

Down, beneath the castle, in the filthy sewers. Quick, rapid footsteps could be heard, along with frantic panting. Arthus was sprinting towards the sound of the burning fuse, he already diffused two of the charges, god knows how much were left. The poison began acting up, weaking him immensely, he fought back against it. He needed to stay conscious until he could stop all the bombs, if he failed, then all the innocents would be... no, he couldn't think of that now. He turned the nearest corner and saw the fuse right in front of him, slowly bruning into a barrel of gunpowder, he proceeded to pinch the burning fuse with his fingers, putting it out. Before continuing his desperate sprint...