Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140330230839/@comment-6006054-20140404020900

"You will follow my commands." Kjalek said to his men. The sound of his voice had changed slightly. His pronunciation of words was harsher, and he spoke quicker. "You will do what I say, even if it seems you will certainly die. You will not flee from battle to save your life, for you will not change your fate of death by doing so. We will fight our foes. We will inflict casualties as monstrous as those we kill. We will beat back these creatures, and we shall be victory's fist." His words and voice let him know that subconciously a darker version of himself was surfacing. His old armor combined with leading men into battle was awakening something he had put to rest stir once again. This had happened earlier, and it worried him. He perished the thought, for he needed no distractions for this battle.