Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140424220522/@comment-24918737-20140425204446

Miraak Obama wrote: Thetric observed the axe silently. He then looked up at the Elf.

"Where'd you get that?" the Breton asked curiously.

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Marcius and Valinna made their way to the once inhabited house. He slid her off of the horse, and tied it to the fence. It was a well built house, made of stone, wood, and thatch. He opened the door, and to his surprise, the house was well kept. He set Valinna down.

"By the way, when you said I would rule the Empire someday, that wasn't true. We will." "I think I bougt it at an Elven blacksmithing store in Anvil. I don't remember clearly. But look at the blade of the axe." The sharp side of the axe was covered in red.

"I hit Marcius in the upper arm when we were fighting. This is his blood on my axe. I feel proud now!" Areindil said while admiring the axe.

"If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go visit Cinda's grave." Proximus said and gently walked out.