Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131128185142/@comment-10197675-20131128223342

Meanwhile within Mournhold...

The Archangel fired one more ice spike into the final magnaman in the area. The magnaman kneeled down onto the ground squeeling as it slowly started crumble into small stone fragments, Yargon walked up to the incinerated magnaman and looked at it, he started to feel a slight sence of guilt rush into his head.

Yargon: These... Magnamen, do you think they were once proud Men or Mer of Tamreil and now they suffer after death in a coat of magna, there true souls currupt and deceased.

Archangel: I am afraid so..

A figure then appeared behind the both of them...

Great Lord Vidron: Men, Women and Children of Mer and Men can become such savage and powerful beings, granted that you can give them the right amount of fury!

Yargon and the Archangel turned around and saw the smug look on the evil figure's face. Yargon raised his Greatsword and The Archangel readied two spells. Lord Vidron held a large mace in one hand and his staff in the other.

Yargon: You are nothing but a murderer Vidron... foul and wicked.

Great Lord Vidron: I will not fall this time, Redguard, it is your turn this time.

Archangel: I would not be so sure of that Vidron.

Yargon and The Archangel then stared into Vidron's eyes... he stared back. A minute past and Vidron finaly opened his mouth..

Great Lord Vidron: Let our duel... commence.