Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546/@comment-24416658-20140428011219

Tanner saw Triste's eyes go over the chapel, and its state of disrepair. He sighed.

"The ages have been unkind. The bastille of the Kings has decrepited, as well as their legacy. I am burdened to continue it."

Tanner walked over to the altar, getting into his praying position. He motioned for Triste to come over.

"I shall speak, thou doest not have to do anything, besides observe."

Tanner kept his head down, and when Triste came over, he spoke.

"Ancient Kings, Defenders of the Realm. Slayers of Grimm, Protectors of the Kingdoms. Thy greatness is vast, thine power is might. Thine legacy immortal, thine structures ever-lasting. Thy servant kneels before thee, serving thine history, slaying the beasts in thy name. Grant he the power to prevail, and the will to partake in all tasks-"

Tanner sneaked a look at Triste, and smiled.

"-No matter what they may be. With this, I pray to thee."

The room appeared to glow slightly brighter, as Tanner's aura flared slightly, and the light coming through the glass glowed slightly brighter. Tanner let out a long sigh, as he looked over at Triste, giving her a smile.