Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20161003234339/@comment-26383377-20161120032653

Calthor grabbed the noble by the hands, and flipped him over his shoulder, slamming him on the floor. Calthor's neck was bleeding profusely, but that didn't matter now, what mattered was turning the noble's face into a pulp.

There was a humanoid figure, cloaked in darkness, staring at Raia, Alex, and the freed slaves.