Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-5543592-20140831013100

Fritjof walked in on the stand down between Elana, Emarrell, the necromancers, and their tools. There was blood splattered across his upper body, although it was obviously not his own.

He pulled his dai-katana off his back.

"Well, this will be interesting."