Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140306020948/@comment-24438639-20140322234635

Before Olaf left Anwen he unhooked the chain in his helmet and placed it in her hads, the metal was cool to the touch and not very worn, however the color of the silver showed it was indeed ancient, Olaf turned and made his way Bellowing as he made his way towards the plaza. ´´When foes are at our doors, when the dead rise to fight again, when the darkness gets a taste for the light...IT WILL NOT STOP till it covers the Sun. For the cowards of you who hope to hide and escape death, who hope to bend the knee and survive know now there is no one to bend the knee to. We are fighting not for our home, not for our countrey, not for our friends, pets or family we are FIGHTING FOR THE RIGHT TO LIVE´´ Olaf roared the last words as he entered the plaza he had a generals voice that echoed around him, grabbing the warhammer in one hand he apeared larger than ever his large chest heaving from the effort of such a long speech. ´´Now let us die in battle, or live and fight on´´ Olaf brought down his hammer on the ground, the stone cracking under the giants strenght.