Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140218020301/@comment-10906938-20140301121855

Sal'ir removed the cape and sword from his father's cadaver. He slipped the cloak over his head and gave the regal sword a few swings. It was an ebony falcata, the blade engraved with intricate patterns. His face remained straight. He would take his city back, no matter the cost. After covering his father's body with sand, he turned back. Along with his inherited sword, he had a new look of grim determination.