Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-5456040-20150114051818/@comment-4211788-20150115221956

The bull sighs as he walks into his living quarters with Nea and her troops. As soon as the group enters the room, he closes the door with a clap of the hands and sits in his chair in a serious fashion. It is noted from Praxis' stern expression that he was not in for any games.

"I know what you're all here for, and you know that as well. My men have been seriously damaged by the on going war-fight with this treacherous group known as the Codex." He slams his fist in rage on his desk.

"Freaking Codex.." he mumbles under his breath.

"Those technical geniuses have arroused the respects of the population and have left the shadows that they've formerly hid in. What I need you to do is take out their leaders, show them that my army is not to be toyed with. Get the job done, and I'll put in a very good word with Vlad." States Praxis with a sense of trust.

"And while you may not seem it, I know that Vlad is tough on his group, more so than I am with my army. I can tell you're capable of much more than what you give off, Neapolitan. Unlike Vlad, I know you won't fail me." The bull says with a sense of encouragement.