Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31441730-20180611163658/@comment-27344811-20180615234045

..of course, this Mysterious Figure isn't alone in how he thinks. Many people here feel the same- and a lot of them hate people who try to take it for their own. --- A large, muscular man arrives in what was once the city Black Knight protected. He wears a large, Viking-escue helmet, animal skin around his neck, and wields a snow shovel. He is accompanied by a very large, black and red, spiked turtle.

"....now this is unexpected. What do you think, Terrorpin?" Polar Knight asks the large turtle as it lumbers over to the crater, sniffing. Terrorpin makes what sounds like a moan before clawing at the sides. "Control yourself, Terrorpin. I'm sure Black Knight was able to evacuate the city. " polar Knight begins walking forward, as Terrorpin ceases looking at the Black Knight-shaped indent on the bottom of the crater and trudges after his caretaker. "That must be the reason why it is empty. Black Knight may not be the best combatant, but he's sure to have done his role."

Meanwhile, the knight in question is having a nightmare all to familiar to him.

Him facing a large, green faced monster with a swirling body of magic, hopelessly unmatched....

But then the darkness of the dream is cut by a bright, yellow flame. And in the middle of that flame is a large, toothy grin laughing at him.

"What a joke. I thought you were a knight. Guess I found the wrong guy, eh?"