Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140424220522/@comment-24530992-20140426010210

Marcius stood up and stretched. He grabbed Valinna's hand and pulled her in and kissed her. After a brief moment, he pulled away.

"So, I assume that bastard Thetric has already sent his lackeys after us. I heard that they're at war with three other provinces. True?"

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Thetric ran towards the gates, where two Breton soldiers burst through.

"They're here.. Traitors... And alot of them.. It's not Marcius.. Summerset.. Yellow armbands.."

"Calm down, boy. Hurry and warn the others."