Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180501184035/@comment-32600226-20180611025930

Turis put his emblems back around his neck and drew his Telchar blade from it's magnetic holster. A massive weapon, nearly 2 meters long, Turis remembered forging the blade when he became a scout and when he had it converted to a power weapon.

"Doubtless you have other skills," Turis spoke in his slow careful manner. "I doubt whatever is causing the disappearing villages will be peaceful. I look forward to see what we may be able to teach each other in the noble act of war." Turis laughed, brandishing the immense blade as if it were a toy before replacing it to it's holster. For a few brief seconds he was quiet as a dark thought nagged at his mind.

"Forgive me Walton, but do you mind if I switch to High Gothic? I am far more versed in it than this rough speech, an I wish to discuss with you some, private, thoughts." Turis lowered his voice at this and began to walk towards one of the uninhabited corners of the room.