Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131127153935/@comment-6006054-20131130051247

Kjalek scooped his claymore out of the snow. It had been a long time since he had been the one to weild the sword. He looked to Balimere and a humorless smile spread across his lips. "I will meet my fate." his voice was similiar to Kenyon's but the pace of his speech was different. The way he pronounced the words was different as well, harsher and with more confidence. "My fate as your slayer." With that he rushed towards the nord.