Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131228173414

Makoru set down his plate, suddenly not feeling very hungry. Many years had passed... he looked down at his armor. He hadn't noticed before, but instead of his normal bloodred leather armor, he was wearing an black suit of armor that gleamed like midnight. He thought for a moment. He drew his sword and set it on his lap. Bloodharvest gleamed red, pulsing with the same arcane energy he had seen many times before. It took him a moment to process everything he had heard. How long had he been in that wretched prison? Had it been so long that he didn't remember what got him there?

Jack interuppted the silence by knocking on the door and poking his head in. "Excuse me, but we're at Lake Rumare. We've got to pick up the other adventuring party before we leave for... well, somewhere. Thought you might want a warning," he stated, slipping back out the door. Makoru let out a shaky sigh and leaned back on the bed, twiddling his thumbs and looking back up at the ceiling. "No more questions," he said shakily. If he had been gone for many years, what had become of Iman? What of his court or his brother? He had quite a few questions to ask, but he didn't feel the need to ask them now. Even taking these somewhat vague pieces of information was somewhat shocking to him. "You might want to go and pick up those other adventurers," he added, not sure what else to say.