Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140902233512/@comment-29458028-20140922144814

(Lel, Alador, forgot to take the sigils off, your post was a timely reminder.)

Sorin ripped the imperial Sigils off his armor, considering he used only adhesive to place ablative plates for the attachment of said Sigils, revealing the original signs that his pauldrons always bore, hidden below the legion sigils. A pair of coiling serpents, ready to strike. Exactly like the man who wore them.

Sorin knew that the imperial sigils were a hinderance rather than help, now that the Legion would be yipping at his heels for consorting with the pyromancer that decimated a chunk of their men. He looked at the sleeping Alyssa, sighing to himself. She would no doubt reject his blood, as she had done for the past 7 years. A problem