Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-27920227-20160928145858/@comment-27920227-20161014002618

Character (Arched his eye) : Conqueror, he wishes to be in all honesty. I expect him to be there.

Pose (Singing tunes behind Rukale) : Up the river road--we travel-travel-travel! All the way up to defend-the-fight! I dont wanna be the one-to-take-the-smite! (Winked at Opia)

Rukale ( Sniffed the air as he came to a stop)

''Before them stood a tall,equipped soilder with his face covered and soft armor such as gauntlets, robes and joint protection. Nothing to sharp or pointy. His face was covered like that of a bride with black ash color qualites lined with the finest silver. Standing with the dark lavender and white soft armor, he was standing next to another cololssal bridge that connected the land they stood to the land across holding the castle. The castle isolated from the the trench of bodies and the villages of riches into its own. ''

Rukale : Smells of roses...(Eyeing down the mysterious fiend)