Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140126160553/@comment-24123288-20140127001923

"Cut off the head. They stay dead. I hope..." Eilonwyn whispered to herself, charging in once more, her scythe singing in joy as it bathed in blood.

She was like a whirlwind as limbs went flying and heads began to roll. Her skill with this scythe had improved immensely.