Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055/@comment-24416658-20160301064157

The woman quickly moved over, grabbing the vial and very gently moving it back to its spot on the rack.

"That," she said, in an exasperated tone, "Is Lightning. We used the venom from two types of hemlock and mixed it with some poison sumac. It causes major paralysis and poisoning at the same time. We hope that we never have to use anything like that."

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"No need to apologize," Nacoma chuckled, "Those two likely didn't see you." Nacoma noted Vale's exasperation, as she was searching through the books.

"What are you looking for?" she asked, "It may be in the Pilgrims section. We have most of the history books."

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The scientist wanted to answer Amilanthior, but the boy left before he could. Sighing, he turned back to his work.

Rowtag smiled.

"Our strongest troops are our Minutemen and our General, of the Pilgrims branch. One of them alone is capable of bringing down a century of Grimm. With all of them combined, well, there's no telling what the could do." At the mention of the second question, however, Rowtag's friendly smile turned dark.

"It was....many years ago." he solemnly responded, "Before the White Fang turned its colors. Back when I was younger, around the time I found Nacoma. There was a....civil war. A part of the Pilgrims branch broke off, determined to chase their own path, one of darkness, sin, and death. It was the only time blood has been spilled within this Fort in the name of the Mother, Father, and Light combined." Rowtag looked back up at the boy.

"I dislike speaking of those times."