Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131203225639/@comment-24123288-20131208203832

Eilonwyn stared up at the figure, unintimidated as he pointed to the mountain of corpses.

Any normal person would have pissed themselves and ran, but Eilonwyn wasn't scared by the grotesque mound. She could only smell blood.

She glanced over at Drabalsan and laughed. "Bastard. Look who has come to rescue you now.."

Eilonwyn placed her hand on her ebony swor. Her dearest Ifrit. The only link to her old life she had left.

"I hope you enjoyed the last person you killed." She muttered sinisterly. "Because you are about to die here!"