Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20171230093314/@comment-24852191-20171230200503

(Oh, I intend to. Mwahahahaha!!!!!!!)


 * It’s was a cold winters night in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania. Three hooded individuals trudge through the snow. The cold wind burns their faces as the shiver. In a week they had made it this far from the burnt battlefield of Paris. The three of them had been loyal commanders to the one who now resides in a purple glowing orb in the leading members hand. Three wonderers, not even sure what they are supposed to do or where to go. They made their decision based purely on a hunch. Head to the Transylvania province in hopes of bringing their leader back.