Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20130915204715/@comment-17970636-20130928220108

Sven's Body: Now

Sven, or rather, we shall now call him Nightshroud, walked around the streets, grinning menacingly at anyone who pointed at him.

"It's that guy.."

"He almost killed Groden..."

"Should be dead...."

Nightshroud smiled.

''Death and mayhem will soon follow. Hahahaha!''

He set down at a bar and pointed his tonfa at the bartender.

"Bottle of scotch, now. And I wont be paying, or would you rather I pay you in your intestines?"

The bartender rushed off to get the bottle and Nightshroud laughed menacingly.

Sven's Mind: Now

Sven walked forward steadlily and looked at Nightshroud.

"Will you grant me power to kill whom I want to kill?" He asked.

Nightshroud's smile was wide.

"Yes...."

Sven stuck out his hand.