Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140609153312/@comment-24530992-20140611184636

He made a low grumble noise in his throat. A man, about average height, approached Jakarn. His eyes were glowing red, and he was weaking an ankle length black robe.

"Well well, who do we have here." he said in a monotone voice.

"Part of Rodnach's little cult, are you?" Jakarn spat.

"A Cergend, is it? I want to make sure.."

A glowing orange orb pulled Jakarn closer. He was spun around, and the man's cold hand gripped onto his armor collar on his left shoulder. It was yanked down, revealing his tattoo.

"I had a feeling.." He said, pulling the armor back up and forcefully pushing Jakarn back to where he was first standing.