Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140204235925/@comment-24438639-20140209042157

Rolaf lifted himself in the cart, he went and sat in the corner, he pulled out his sword and began to clean it of the blood, even whispering to it. After the sword was cleaned he began to sharpen it a glint in hes eyes

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Near Cloud Ruler Temple:

Ronin was praticing, he moved lighting fast through the trees, cutting branches as he went. The curse of vampirism had its advantages. It had allowed him to hone hes skills as a warrior. He was quick and fast, his sword as sharp as the wind cutting anything that got in his way. He sheathed his sword and began to meditate on the ground, he was completely still and focused