Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140619144822/@comment-24942837-20140622131032

(Conqaestor has quite an evil plan... muahahah)

The Warlord was sitting, and what seemed to be sleeping, allowing himself to be fully rested in the battle that was to come. He imagined a new set of armor, one that would strike fear into the hearts of hardened warrior. He also commanded a new blade. He recieved a full set of Unholy (Enchanted) Ebony Armor, and two new items. The Ebony Mail from Boethiah, as was commanded, and the Ebony Blade from Mephala. He also recieved a horse of Death, in which he could summon as he pleased. He was a muscular horse, that held ebony-colored leather on his legs all-round, and his stomach, so no one would be able to find his critical point in time. When his summoning was done, he laid the armor and weapon flat beside him. Conqaestor sighed. "Oh, I pity those poor rebels. Actually, I don't. Pity leads to mercy. Mercy leads to weakness. Weakness leads to death."