<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/525225861188943878/1034351700946997278/unknown.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Rowan</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1t2y9Bf6MVQ_7a4AsShjRh1rGSY1d6qQZRcpHGsxz37c/edit?usp=sharing)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The stone lion's dungeon<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"What's happened, my beloved, is that your lovely visage has been polished to match the beauty within your heart," Rowan replied, reaching down to stroke her cheek with the back of his fingers tenderly.  "I wish we had time so I could show you how much you mean to me, but sadly I must go to work."  He plucked the helmet for his suit of armor from the ground and placed it upon his head, a soft hiss escaping from the joints as the suit powered up.  "Let us show these beasts from the Wyld that they've made the last mistake of their pathetic lives."  With that he drew the Star Razor from its sheath and stepped forward to fight.  Rowan was like an engine of death and fury, his blade burning with brilliant Essence as he reaped a bloody harvest upon the raksha and their minions.