Who:
bearitproudly and You!
Where: Espoir
When: May 6th, mid-day
Style: I'll match yours!
Status: Ongoing
He was going to find out who did this to him, and swiftly enact justice to get himself returned home immediately.
In other words, Basch was furious. The normally calm knight paced back and forth for a minute, foreign device in one hand, his other hand gripping the hilt of the sword at his hip. The dark Archadian Judge armor seemed a bit out of place amongst everything.
What had caused this? And who had done it? His life had been toyed around with for some time now, by men, by gods. He refused to have it toyed with any longer.
A frown marred his normally stoic face. "What such magics could have done this?"