Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20191108235505/@comment-1620907-20191128035615

The sudden jolts made Sawyr queasy. This had been his first time inside such a contraption and all he could be certain of was that he didn't enjoy it. He'd have preferred to have remained back at Dun Gallin, pawing over manuscripts and serving the Emperor from the safety of his own desk. It was utterly ludicrous that a man of the faith should be put out to pasture in such squalid conditions.

In order to take his mind off of his predicament he began reciting prayers to the Emperor to himself. The ones he had learned in High Gothic did nothing to soothe his ills, as he struggled to remember the words. Casting a glance towards Kuzvert, his mind wandered towards the chants of the old religion and the teachings of Duw Rhyfelwr. As he spoke the words aloud, drowned out by the din of the Chimera, a sense of clarity washed over him.

Clutching his dagger in his right hand he bellowed out to the others.

"DUTY DEMANDS HONOUR!"

As his left found itself wrapped around the Aquila.

"HONOUR DEMANDS SACRIFICE!"