Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140306020948/@comment-12599067-20140329025641

Soon Makoru and Claudius had reached the armory, and within moments, Makoru had been outfitted in a set of ebony armor with nickel highlights, the symbol of the Empire shining in nickel on his cuirass and a blood red cloak draped around his shoulders. Even without his helmet on, he looked rather impressive in his suit of gleaming ebony with his sword in hand, as if he were ready to combat the Worm King's army on his own if he had to.

"How do you feel?" Claudius asked, curious to see what Makoru thought.

"Like a walking kitchen," Makoru answered frankly. The ebony armor was practically a miniature fortress, and it seemed tediously heavy to him.

"Then you must be wearing it right, because that's how it's supposed to feel," Claudius replied with a small smile. "It'd probably be best that you get out to the wall and start commanding the troops, Mak. The soldiers will need a leader," he reminded him.

Makoru nodded an affirmative and turned to the door before heading down the stairs, the metal plates clanking in a rather loud, almost comical fashion as he began his descent back to the ground floor.

(As you have requested, Shilly, the zombie apocalypse shall be starting soon. If Daithi has another speech to give to his army before they cross over the border to Cyrodiil, now would be the time.)