Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-30059998-20190327172918

"Come face me, you pitiful wretches!" The Black Templar roared as he sought to challenge the closest of Gutsmasha's bodyguards. If more of them were lulled by his challenge, Volprecht would gladly face more than one of these Nob bodyguards.

"Strike true, Death Spectre." Volprecht voxed to Tyberion. Despite his mistrust towards the shamed warrior, a Death Oath was sacred and should not be taken away from anyone. Honor was everything to Volprecht.