Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140426234213/@comment-24530992-20140502234122

Marcius held out his arm with the tattoo. He gripped the end of the blade, and began to squeeze. The metal bent into the shape of his hand.

""Oh, but I will leave you with a choice. Leave, and tell Thetric how he is a coward, or you can let me rip out your guts." Marcius said, in a voice that didn't belong to him, yet there was a certian tone that sounded like it did.