Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-24416658-20151216044331

The old man sitting down stirred slightly. Nacoma Amadahy, standing behind him, moved forward.

"Representing Vale's Pilgrims, this is-" she stopped abruptly, as the old man raised a hand, standing. Nacoma nodded, stepping back. The man stood, hunched over, looking at the other groups.

"I am Rowtag Achachak," he said, speaking slowly, "I am the Governor of the Pilgrims. I see many of you here today look at me with different expressions. Some of you look upon me with disgust, others with distrust, and others with pure, downright hate. Our group has operated outside of the law since our founding, and we are looked down upon for this." Rowtag paused for a second, sighing. Nacoma took a glance at Oliver. He was nervous. Not surprising.

"Vale's Pilgrims was founded with the intent to defend the innocent from harm, regardless of the source of the ill will. As such, our first choice would have been to stay away from this conflict, one which would have been outside the range of our Codex." He coughed slightly.

"Sadly, this is not the case. The Black Order Battalion, for a time, had been one of our allies, if not our only one. Their betrayal and attack on our home has left us with little option but to take part in this event. We do so with great sadness." Rowtag sat down slowly.

"May the Father of Understanding guide us."