Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140210024449/@comment-24416658-20140320005722

Tanner, still in knight form, was not even close to sleep. He had taken off his fringe jacket, leaving only the chainmail and the helmet on, as well as his pants. He was currently next to his bed, his greatsword's tip on the floor, his hands both on its hilt, and his forehead resting on his hands. He appeared to be performing a ritual.

"Kings of eons past, I beseech thee to lend me thine strength, to pass these trials ahead. To allow my studies to flower. To protect the innocent, strike down the mighty, and lay waste to the creatures of the night. I plead thee, allow me strength and endurance throughout all of my hardships, and to bring the same unto my new comrades, so we may all become thine messengers of justice and strength."