Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20131223193034/@comment-7489529-20131230034053

Bergen looked around at his comrades, and felt intimidated. Each one of them had made fighting a part of their lifestyle, and had a sort of intelligent glare in their eyes. Up until very recently, the word "combat" wasn't even in Bergen's vocabulary. He followed them, hoping they might lead him to new experiences. He was right, it seemed. As they neared the temple, Bergen began to sense a malicious intent hanging heavily in the air. He looked around, and saw red eyes glowing in the bushes. He caught up to the group, and began to stammer.

"Uh.... H-hey, guys.... Ever have that feeling that you're... Y'know... NOT alone? Of course, that's not how I feel right now, but.... Just.... Y'know...."

Bergen was about to continue releasing the flow of idiocy that was spilling from his mouth, but he was interrupted by a large, black shadow soaring overhead...