Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20160411005712/@comment-26178112-20160416210022


 * its been a few days now, wana, raia, and the brothers have stepped up on hunting to feed their guests and them... elsewhere...*


 * sir arham was in his manor... reading a book in his study, when he heard the door behind him open... he was astounded to see it was his son, alexander. *

"a-alexander! my son! you are fine... i was worr-"

alex: dont be, you filth... i know you arent... *his voice was not his, it was gutteral and gargling.* you gave me over to the inquisitor, didnt you? there's no one else that knew of what i did...

"i'm... i'm sorry for what i did... the inquisitor threatened me... he-"


 * alexander wraps his hand around arham's neck, as soon as he did, his neck began to wither and rot... mold spread across his body as arham screamed in horror.*

"wither and rot like the compost you were, the dishonorable traitor you were to your own child!" *those were the last things he heard as the mold ate him from the inside out.*